41...On your thighs...

RYAN.

I don't understand what Claire was doing to me. I find myself wanting her around me, wanting to hear her light voice, so I try all ways to get her close to me.

The door opened, she's back. The soft sounds of her footsteps filled my ears, followed by the sound of her body on the bed. Her feminine scent hit my nose, and I turned myself around to look at her.

"Someone's going to bring it in soon" She says gently, resting her back on the headboard. "You look worse than you were minutes ago"

That's because I feel worse, but I know as soon as I get a good sleep, I'll be back to my old healthy self. This sick feeling is not new to me, it happens whenever I'm very stressed.

There was a knock on the door and Claire said a come in. A young lady about Claire's age, dressed as a maid entered the room with a glass of water and a medicine I'm guessing to be paracetamol on a tray.

She took slow ladylike steps towards us and stopped at the foot of the bed. Claire smiled brightly at her. "H