She leans back a little more against the headboard, arranging the fabric around her.
In that movement I noticed that one of her breasts had been exposed.
She notices it too. And she quickly pulls the sheet to cover herself completely.
I look away with a small smile that I try to hide.
This is... Weird.
"You have a nice apartment," I say.
The phrase comes out of my mouth before I can think too much about how absurd it sounds after everything that happened last night.
Clara blinks, as if she also notices the strangeness of the comment. Then she looks around her own room.
"Yes," she replies. "I bought it as soon as I arrived in the city."
I nod slowly.
"It's... nice."
Silence again.
She plays with the edge of the sheet between her fingers, I run a hand through my hair. We're havin
