"What do you want to think about?" she asks as she parks my car.

She looks over at me and grins. She always knows the right thing to say. There's no pressure with Clara. I can just be myself.

"You. I just want to think about you," I say before leaning over, taking her chin in the palm of my hand and kissing her forcefully.

She sighs. "I wish you weren't going out with my brothers tonight."

"Me too," I tell her as I kiss along her jaw line. "I wish we could just ...