CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Claire's body was resting on Ryan's, both lying intimately on the couch. A huge flat screen was rambling on something none of the two paid attention at. Outside it was slightly raining, the water sliding smoothly on the glass of the great window.

It felt peaceful; Claire couldn't deny this feeling of such rarity in her heart.

"Why did you rip off my blouse? Now I don't have anything to wear," Claire lamented.

Ryan was smoothly toying with her hair, tangling and detangling the strands. "I was in a hurry to undress you, I guess," he answered flatly, grinning at her.

Claire sighed. "You're so crazy, Ryan.” The back of her hand grazed his cleanly shaved face that made him look younger than his thirty-two years of age.

"You've said that over a million times already." Ryan's hands slid down to her waist, playfully reaching for the hem of his shirt.

It was the only thing Claire was wearing right now.

"Ryan!" She giggled as he squeezed her butt with both hands, knowing fully well that she had