"Clara..." Jack's gaze lingered on her glossy lips, his voice trailing off.
Noticing it, Clara felt a jolt of nerves.
She reached out and covered his mouth, trying to regain control. "I'm sorry, but don't speak yet. Let me catch my breath."
Face buried in her hand, Jack mischievously brushed his lips against her palm.
The ticklish, tingling sensation, coupled with his innocent expression, left Clara flustered. It was too much stimulation for early morning.
Though she knew Jack didn't mean anything by it, facing his gentle, obedient face, she struggled to stay composed.
Clara had always been indifferent to relationships, never interested in romance, and no guy had ever made her heart skip a beat until Jack came along.
But they were relatives!
Besides, Clara was sure his closeness
