Clara was caught in the moment, allowing herself to feel for Ethan what she had sworn she wouldn't, at least not after the truth about Axiel came crashing down on her. But being in his arms again awakened something she had buried too deep to admit. She had felt if their first night together nine years ago, and again weeks ago, when her hope at true love wasn't yet completely shattered. On the two nights, she allowed herself to need him like this.
Her fingers slid around his neck as if it was the most natural thing, pulling him closer, kissing him like he was air he needed for breathing. Ethan responded as though he had been waiting a life time for this one moment, because he had. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her like she might disappear.
