CLARA’S POV
I took small, conscious sips of my tea as I sat in the garden, the morning sun radiating off my skin and bathing me with a beautiful glow.
I flexed my neck, feeling sore. My entire body ached but I tried not to think about why.
My face flushed in embarrassment as I remembered the steamy night. I bit down on my lips to rear the memories back into my head.
“Stoppp, thinking about him,” I whispered in a small voice, closing my eyes. But the memories wouldn’t just go away
A memory of his face as he was slipping his fingers in and out of me tormented me, and my body tingled with remembrance.
I pressed my legs together, taking another sip as if it would help keep the thoughts away.
At that moment, I felt a presence behind me, and I turned to see Lydia standing a few feet away
