“I don’t watch you sleep, Claire. I listen to you sleep. The entire house does.” “Oh my god, stop. I am not that loud,” she huffed, slapping my arm. “Besides…” She winked. “I have it on good authority that I have a cute snore.” “Whoever told you that was trying to get in your knickers.” “Well, he got in my knickers last night.” “And what a lovely pair they were.”
