Claire’s Point of View
I tiptoe to the bathroom, hoping to god that Charlie doesn’t make eye contact. Loud, wild, uncontrolled is fun, but to have someone nearby listening? That’s embarrassing.
He’s lying on the couch with his eyes closed, so I sneak in, closing the door with care. My reflection greets me, hair a wild mess from Tyler’s hands. My face is red and sweaty and I smell like c*m. Not that I mind the scent.
Tyler said he liked me. It was sweet and adorable, which is why I am falling for him. No matter how many emotional walls I put up, somehow he breaks them down. The tough, ruthless businessman at work and the soft, caring husband at home. That is my Tyler.
Pulling off my clothes, I turn on the shower. There is a knock at the door. My heart falls into my stomach.
“Yes.” I sa
