Claire

Claire was frightened to move. His suave nonchalance scared her. It seemed like one wrong move, and he'd snap, and she didn't know what he was capable of doing to her.

That maniac smile rubbed her every way but the right one.

She couldn’t get her mouth to open, all her words ran into each other like a nasty game of bumper cars. When she didn't speak, he chuckled and reached forward to pinch the tip of her chin.

Claire stepped away from his touch. He slowly ...