CLARA'S POV.
The next morning, I woke up with a familiar feeling. The remnants of sweat on my body, as well as the delicious feeling of having made love, returned to me.
The faint warmth from the soft strokes of something wet was still felt on my skin. Like the night before, I experienced the same thing again. But because I was used to it, I didn't bother too much.
"How long am I going to be like this?" I asked, sighing softly. "I dream of making love almost every night. I'll go crazy eventually. Or should I see a psychiatrist?"
I looked at the clock on the wall that was already 6am. I blinked my eyes, trying to remember something I might have forgotten.
It was only then that I remembered about Evan. I immediately grabbed the cell phone lying on the nightstand. The screen displayed s
