Her mouth opened in shock and then closed abruptly. “I’m beginning to know you very well, Claire. So, tell me. Now.” My finger slowly crept over to her panties, and I slipped the moist fabric over, feeling my chest constrict with something that I wasn’t able to control. “He just didn’t like to do this often. Not unless I had showered or…shaved.” I could kill him. I’d like to put him in the middle of the ice rink and blast ice pucks at his head all fucking day.
