CLAIRE’S POV
A soft smile played on my lips as I watched Sebastian sleep peacefully beside me. He looked like an innocent baby in his sleep—so calm, as if he hadn’t been wild at all last night. His hair was a mess, and he had one arm draped over me while one of his legs tangled with mine. The light tickle of his hairy leg brushing against my skin made me giggle a little.
I traced his sharp nose down to his lips. God, he was so handsome. Thick brows, naturally flushed lips—he was like a sculpture come to life. And he gave me his attention, when so many women would kill just to have it. Even knowing I wasn’t entirely free, he still chose me without second-guessing it.
I bit my lip, remembering last night. We made love more times than I could count—both of us insatiable, unable to stop. Bu
