“Claire, come here,” I said as gently as I could, despite the emotion twisting in my gut, and motioned for her to get up. She did, but robotically.
I took her face into my hands and I kissed her and pulled her tight to me.
She stood there, trembling, despite the fact that the shower was scalding hot.
“Put your arms around me, baby, please?” I pleaded with her.
She did but it felt robotic, too.
I soaped up my hands and started on her back, rubbing my hands up and down. I massaged her shoulders and then took a step back and started on her beautiful breasts, moving my soapy hands up and down and then massaging her throat while softly kissing her face.
She reached over and took the shampoo and squeezed some onto her palm and then started to rub it into her hair, squeezing her eyes shut
