Claire
Claire fought the gurgling coffee machine, hitting the top when it wasn"t delivering on its daily promise. "Come on, you piece of crap. Don"t break on me, not today."
Black coffee streamed out of the nozzle and she relaxed slightly, rewarding the machine with a much more gentle pat. "Thank you. But you are so getting replaced."
She carried her mug into the living room and curled up on the couch, her mind flitting back to Taylor"s uncomfortable equivalent last night and what almost transpired. Heat rushed through her just thinking about the way she had straddled the blonde, the thrill she had felt being on top, their faces inches apart.
Claire wanted to believe she"d managed to cover up how it had affected her but she feared that she hadn"t. Especially from the way Taylor had loo
