Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

look like shit in her eyes.
“Touch me,” she says.
And my heart leaps into my throat. I hesitate, because I’m afraid she’s
fucking with me, but then I seize the chance offered and take her face in my
hands.
She doesn’t pull away as I hover over her mouth, every inch of me warm
under my skin. She covers my hands with hers, and whispers, “Take care of
yourself, Clay.”
“What?”
But I don’t have time to figure out what she means when she pulls away
and casts one last, long look before spinning around and running back into
the forest, toward her house.
I take a step. The alligator is in there.
But coming just around the corner is Callum’s car, and I only consider
running after her for another second before he’s on me, Amy and Krisjen
calling out and opening the back door for me to climb in.
Take care of yourself, Clay.
What does that mean?