CLARA
I stepped into Edward’s room and shut the door behind me, the cold wind biting at my skin through the light red lingerie I wore. My legs and cleavage were on full display, and a wave of doubt crept in.
What was I thinking, wearing this?
Edward turned, a glass of wine in his hand, and my gaze instantly locked onto the undone buttons of his shirt. The sight of him like that, effortlessly handsome, sent my heart into a wild rhythm.
My breath hitched as his eyes slowly traveled over my body. But just as our gazes met, he looked away.
We were both nervous. I could feel the energy hanging very low in this room, and there was a good reason for it.
This was the night we’d agreed on, for the natural conception. We’d have s*x tonight.
I couldn’t believe this was about to happen, becaus
