Chapter 39.
Clara’s Pov.
I stood before the mirror in my room, staring back at the reflection of myself that the mirror gave back.
My hair was damp, and water trickled down my skin in ways I would love for Maxwell’s hand to move.
I had just finished running a bath and, while I stood here, body bare and flushed from the heat of the water, my skin tingled, and a clear picture of what I would be like when Maxwell trailed those adroit fingers of his around my body filled my mind.
My damp hair fell down my shoulders, and I stared deeper into the mirror, noting the beauty of my skin and the curve of my hips.
Silence fell into the room, and I stood in it for a moment longer until my eyes drifted to the bed, where the jewelry Maxwell had brought earlier lay still, waiting as though it was ca
