Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Clive’s Rise

Clive’s steps were fast and heavy, but as he approached the wide bed, he suddenly slowed down.The muscles in his arms were tense. Every movement carried a clumsy kind of care, as if he was afraid he might hurt her by accident.He bent over, the line of his back pulling taut under his combat uniform, and gently laid the feverish woman in his arms onto the bed.“Oh… Clive…” Dora’s voice was a little hoarse. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the front of his shirt as she called his name, sounding like someone who’d finally found her lover after years apart.Clive dropped to one knee beside the bed. The position forced him to lean over her, leaving almost no distance between them.Her warm breath, faintly laced with wine, brushed against his face. A female’s scent was already tempting enough, and this was Dora.