Jeremy’s POV
T-shirt tied at the back, one shoulder off, and jeans shorts that cover, only just, the curve of her butt. I lean against the doorway and watch Claire move through the kitchen with ease. My heart is torn between devotion and admiration for her, as well as, the information I just learned about her. Her long, shapely legs occupy my mind for a bit- I know how they feel wrapped around me… my pulse picks up speed.
Her toenails are polished in a mauve shade, with the big toes featuring some sort of white, feather-like patterns. Her fingernails are the same pattern, but not overly long. I would say she is makeup-free, but I know she wears some sort of thing meant to look natural. Her hair is washed and still damp, hanging loosely at her waistline.
She reaches for spices without lo
