This might be the best day of my bloody life. The feel of her skin next to mine is enough to keep my arousal peeked. Her leg is wrapped across my waist and her hand is drawing patterns on my chest. Her head is resting on my shoulder and she's breathing so softly; I'm certain she's asleep. I've f*cked more women than I can count but none of them could compare to Clara. I'm just lying here looking up at the ceiling wondering how I got so lucky. My phone buzzes from where it is in the pocket of ...