Claire’s Point of View
The attraction I have for Tyler is overwhelming. Never after an anxiety attack have I ever wanted to f**k someone. Maybe it was the softness he showed me, or the understanding in his voice, but whatever it was, I needed him.
He joins me for supper. It is simple. Just a salad with chicken fingers, but he seems to enjoy it. Something tells me I could make him the worst food on the planet and he’d love it.
“So.” I say, “For the mall. I need to pick up a swimsuit, and I was thinking of getting a few more work clothes.”
He looks up at me, half a mouth full of food. “Sounds good, gorgeous.”
We prepare, leaving for the SUV. Charlie is not joining us, so we both jump in the front seats.
“You can drive?”
Tyler smirks my way. He doesn’t need words to convey how much he
