51...Little Ryan...

RYAN.

I was sluggishly buttoning up my open shirt, reminiscing the moments Claire had helped me with it. I glanced back at her sleeping form for the nth time today, my gaze connected with hers instantly, she's awake, and has been staring intently at my back without my knowledge.

I get admiring look a lot from girls and I'm very familiar with it, but it's not the same when the stare comes from Claire.

"Do you want me to help you with that?" She pointed a finger to my abs.

God, her light voice which is a bit cracky due to lack of disuse for a long time, sounds so sexy.

"Do you want to help?" I asked back.

She rolled her eyes sassily. "I wanted a simple yes or no, not a question in return"

I wanted to say something back to her sassy response, but I kept my mouth shut in other to avoid any argument with her, the last thing I want is to have another round of fight with Claire before going to work, and then end up saying things that'll hurt her and make her take the couch.

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