I sat at my desk for a couple of hours, trying to get some work done, but failed. I was just lying to myself that I was working, but all I had done was shove papers and pens around on the table, while my mind filled with images of Claire's deep blue eyes and heart-shaped face.
I slammed my fist down on the table, causing the whole thing to rattle. I hated myself for making her cry, for forcing myself onto her the way I had.
There was no way I was going to get anything done. Claire's delicious scent still lingered on my body, causing my head to spin. I strode into the bathroom, chucking my clothes off as I went. I turned the tap on cold, needing to wash the scent off of me.
I must stop thinking about her.
The shower did little to get my mind off of her though, the droplets dripping fro
