CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

An immaculate white sheet covered her perfectly nude body, Ryan's arms wrapped around her.

The feel of his warmth was relaxing, she mentally admitted as her strength was almost drained after the unplanned sex she'd just had with him.

Did she really fuck him? She shut her eyes and quickly bolted from his cocoon.

How could she allow it to happen? Remorse pooled in, but quickly got disrupted by the chirp of her phone inside the forsaken clutch on the floor.

"What?" Ryan frowned, sounding as though he wasn't ready to get up from this bed . . . And from this moment.

"I'm not sure what to think or feel. Should I thank you?" Claire muttered, sitting in bed while holding the sheet roughly to her chest, her back facing him.

"For what?" Ryan's voice was accompanied with a sigh as he moved closer. Claire could only hear him shifting. "Are you mad at me now?" He sounded sarcastic.

Claire had no answer. Perhaps she was mad at herself.

Without saying a word, she stood up and began gathering her st