He paused, his tongue against her lips when he tasted something salty.
She pushed her tongue into his parted lips instead, trying to distract him from noticing anything but he only indulged her for a bit.
Her hands wandered from his neck to his chest and she felt a thump in her heart when she could feel the hard thudding of his heart in his chest.
She felt miserable, she wasn't supposed to be kissing him right now. She was supposed to stay mad at him but she knew she would run mad if she was left alone again.
'This isn't real.' But her heart would not stop skipping beats.
"Clara?" He called against her lips before pushing back to see her wet face.
"Don't." She croaked and tried to look away.
"Look at me, Baby." He held her head straight.
She didn't want to see his concerned eyes, neither did she want him to see her teary eyes so closing her eyes, she forced her face closer and clashed her lips on his.
He made a low groan, it sounded like a rumble in the silent room.
"Clara." He called her name like a worship, it came out soft even in his deep voice as she fiercely sucked on his lips, she didn't know why she was bothered enough to take this a bit further.
Her cell phone rang somewhere on the bed and they paused, breathing hard to catch their breath.
"Who…"
She half ran towards the phone, not paying attention to Damien.
It was a strange number and somehow, the flame of hope bloomed in her heart. Before she could swipe the green icon to the right, she remembered Beatrice.
"Shit!" She facepalm so hard that it sounded like a painful slap.
"What is it?" The anxious Damien was by her side in seconds.
She looked up at him and wondered how she could tell him that she had forgotten all about her best friend until now.
His eyes danced around her face as if he could detect the problem by just looking at her that way.
She also thought about Rhys. 'If he was the one here, he would understand.'
If only he hadn't sent him away, now she was getting angry.
"Nothing." She turned to look at the phone, it had gone blank.
"Carla?" He tried to hold onto her shoulder but she docked.
"Keep to yourself." She breathed and bit her lips so hard to stop herself from crying.
She felt like shit putting him in this state of confusion, it wasn't like she didn't have a background knowledge of what happened to Anna.
"Carla!" This time it was a growl from him.
She looked up at him and sure enough, his frown was enough to make her wet her pants but she had seen worse than that.
Her phone vibrated before ringing again, helping her off the hook from having to think up what to say.
"Hey!" It was her turn to yell when her phone got snatched out of her hand.
"Give it back!" She stomped after him, blowing her hair off her face.
"Not a chance." He leaned on the wall and received the call, daring her with his eyes to come try prying the phone off his grasp.
"Hello?" It was a lady's voice, a voice so similar to Beatrice's that she felt a thump in her heart.
"Hello?" She padded across the room to stand right in front of Damien, her glare fixated on his face.
"Am I unto Clara … uhmm… Clara Bennett?" The near familiar voice asked, unsure and suddenly she felt rage.
Hot rage spiked her veins.
Why didn't Beatrice call if she forgot to call her?
"Hello?" The familiar voice called again and she blinked back her thoughts to see Damien's worried eyes on her.
She gave him the middle finger and he muttered something she didn't bother trying to understand.
"Hello?" She sounded bothered and uninterested.
She had a wild guess where her daughter could be, so why was this stranger calling?
"I saw the information about your daughter…"
She wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up if she wanted to sympathize with her but she knew she at least had to try seeing where this conversation would lead to.
Her red puffy eyes watched Damien though, he immediately stood erect at the mention of 'daughter', his eyes were no longer watching her, they were focused on the phone like he could see who was talking.
"I think I know where she might be."
Finally, this caught her attention as her eyes snapped to the phone held by Damien.
Suddenly, she wanted to grip the phone away from his hold and place it close to her ear to catch every single thing the lady would say.
"Where?" Damien asked before she could, his voice was tight and his furrowed brows only got more tighter as his eyes focused on the phone.
If the lady was shocked, she didn't show. "I have things that would blow your brains off, I am a historian and…"
"Fucking tell us where you are!" He yelled into the phone and Clara was tempted to go give him a hug for doing something she so badly wanted to do.
"Will drop an address." And the line went dead.
Both exchanged looks before Clara hurried towards her little wardrobe to get something to wear.
***
Dressed in all black and not bothering to hide her puffy face behind makeup, Carla stepped into the slightly opened door, three steps ahead of Damien.
"What is it?" Damien asked when paused at the door.
She didn't feel right, something about the entire setting didn't feel right.
She stepped back, nodding towards the door.
Damien frowned at her gesture. "What did you see?"
She kept mute, not wanting to feel guilty about anything just in case all this was a setup.
He took hold of her hand and pushed the door open before stepping inside fully.
"Shit!" He tried to hide her behind his back then but it was too late.