Clara’s POV

It was two in the morning, and I was deep in sleep.

Suddenly, I felt my body being pulled into an embrace, followed by a large hand roaming over me.

This wasn’t a dream—it was real. My body jolted in fear, and I was about to scream when a low, hoarse voice spoke from behind, “Clara, you’re awake?”

It was Brian. How did he get in?

I spun around, glaring at him. “Who let you sneak into my house? It’s the middle of the night! Aren’t you afraid I’ll call the ...