When Seth Quinn erged from the bathroom, he checked the ti. It was almost noon.
’He’d really worn Clara Grant out, and now that it was ti for lunch, she must be starving.’
So, he decided to wake her up to eat.
He walked to the side of the bed, bent down, and softly called her na twice, "Clara," but she was fast asleep and didn’t stir.
He reached out and gently patted her cheek. "Clara, wake up. Why don’t you eat sothing and then go back to sleep, okay?"
He kept his movents and voice gentle, wanting to wake her without startling her.
In her sleep, Clara Grant was only vaguely aware of sothing buzzing annoyingly in her ear and sothing else brushing against her face. It was extrely irritating.
She subconsciously raised a hand and swatted hard, trying to get rid of whatever was disturbing her dreams, but she ended up slapping Seth Quinn squarely in the face.
The slap stunned Seth Quinn, and the faint smile on his lips froze in place.
’If he didn’t know she was fast asleep, he’d have sworn she did that on purpose.’
’That slap actually kind of hurt. Hadn’t she claid she was too tired to even lift her arms? She seed to have plenty of strength just now.’
’He had been planning on letting her rest tonight since she was so worn out. But now... it looked like he couldn’t let her off so easily after all!’
The mory of her movents—clumsy and inexperienced, yet still enough to make his blood race and bring him to the peak of pleasure—made Seth Quinn feel his body slowly start to react all over again.
Ugh...
’Looks like that last shower was a waste. He was going to have to take another cold one.’
...
When Clara Grant finally drifted awake, she stared at the ceiling for a long mont with wide, hazy eyes as her mory slowly returned.
Thinking back on the morning’s events, Clara Grant pressed her lips together in a sweet, shy smile.
But before her smile could fully form, a head popped into view. "Awake?"
She jumped, startled. Only when she saw it was Seth Quinn did she breathe a sigh of relief and nod. "Mhm."
She sat up, and her stomach imdiately began to GROWL. Rubbing her empty belly, she asked Seth Quinn, "What ti is it?"
Seth Quinn glanced at the clock on the wall. "Three p.m."
’She rembered when Seth... finished... it was a little before noon. It’s three p.m. now? Had she really slept for three hours?’
’Then again, she’d always been a heavy sleeper. As long as no one disturbed her, she could easily sleep for hours on end.’
Seeing her surprised expression, Seth Quinn teased, "Even you think you slept for a long ti, huh? Sleeping this much... you’re not pregnant, are you?"
Clara Grant shot him an annoyed glare. "You’re the pregnant one!"
’She was still on her period, how could she possibly be pregnant?’
Then she added accusingly, "And whose fault is that? You were the one bothering so late last night and then waking up first thing in the morning. Of course I’m sleepy—it’s all because of you!"
"Alright, alright, my fault." Seth Quinn didn’t argue, readily taking the bla as always. "You must be hungry. I just ordered so food; it should be here soon. Go take a shower and get changed, then co on downstairs."
Clara Grant was indeed starving. She nodded and got out of bed. "Okay."
She grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.
With food on her mind, her shower was quick. In no ti at all, she was dressed and walking out of the bathroom.
But just as she opened the door and took a couple of steps into the bedroom, she let out a sudden shriek, "Ah!" then frantically covered her eyes with her hands.
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