Claire’s Point of view.
Last night was spectacular. Tyler took me on a magical first date and then we made love. A part of me wants to return those three words, yet I remain uncertain. As much as I trust him, it has been such a short amount of time and if something happens between the two of us, then I want to protect my heart.
I look over and see him laying next to me. The clock on my phone tells me it is half an hour before our alarm. I could curl up and fall back asleep, get a few extra hours in or I could lean over to him, kiss him and, well, for lack of a better phrase, f**k him.
He makes a little snore noise. It is adorable. My hand traces down his bare chest to the top of his sweatpants. I can feel his half hard c**k, and I brush it with my hand. It stiffens at my touch and I can
