Clara took small breaths, filling her lungs with oxygen and releasing it slowly as though it was the only way to prevent herself from suffocating.
After a long while, she nestled against his chest and softly murmured,
"I mentioned it to Lucas this afternoon; she should be asleep by now and won't be waiting for me."
Clara didn't directly answer his question, but Edward instantly understood the meaning behind her words.
She didn't refuse, which meant she accepted.
Edward cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing near the corner of her eye. Such a simple action seemed incredibly intimate in the current atmosphere.
He lowered his head and sucked on her lips. They had a jelly-like texture—plump and bouncy—no matter how much he indulged, it wasn't enough.