Just You Claire. Only You.

With a deep breath, Claire squared her shoulders and finished her shower. She needed to get out of this bathroom, and fast. Her thoughts drifted to the undoubtedly gorgeous vampire Mal spent his nights with. It didn’t sit well in the pit of her stomach.

She stepped out, grabbed a towel for her hair and another to dry herself off, when she noticed there was a men’s white casual cotton tank top and a pair of men’s boxers.

At least he isn’t giving me his mistress’s clothes. Or am I the mistress?

The thought made her blood boil.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she grabbed the boxers and slipped them on. She rushed to put on her bra and pull the white tank top over it. Claire glanced at herself in the mirror by the closet door. She could see the black bra underneath the top. She hesitated. One last look was all it took for her to shrug her shoulders.

Oh well. Fucker deserves it.

She threw her hair up into a messy bun and padded barefoot out into the living room, where Mal was on t