I'll Wash You

Chapter 8

CLAIRE'S POV

My cheeks turned red immediately, and I cleared my throat, averting my eyes from his piercing gaze.

I quickly gulped down the entire juice, hoping it would calm my racing heart.

He was such a dirty talker.

"How did you get so good with words like that?" I asked.

He held a grin on his face, and when he could not hold it anymore, laughter broke free from his lips.

He reclined back in his seat and adjusted his hips. He tilted his head, then raised a brow.

"I don't know," he struggled. "I got married to the most beautiful woman in the world."

Beautiful? Was that all he loved about me? I narrowed my eyes at him, noticing how he watched me with such interest.

I knew the question sounded stupid, but I let jealousy get the best of me.

"What if I am no longer beautiful? What are you going to do? Leave me for another woman?" I pursed my lips, feigning annoyance.

His eyes dropped, and it felt as if the temperature in the room plummeted instantly. I shivered.

The way he lea