Everywhere. My ribs hurt, my stomach muscles hurt, my thighs hurt, my chest hurt. Breathing in general hurt. Moving while breathing hurt even more. I opened my eyes. Moonlight shone through the windows and the door to the bedroom stood ajar. I was also alone in the bed. And it wasn’t the bed I’d been in earlier with Jared. With a wince, I sat up. I was still naked. But again. Alone. After a trip to the bathroom in the hallway, I made my way to Jared’s room. The house was dark, the floors didn’t creak, and it should make me feel weird walking through someone else’s home without any clothes on. Should. But didn’t. I could make out his shadow on one side of the bed and I didn’t stop to think about crawling in beside him. I didn’t want to be alone and I didn’t want to sleep alone. I wanted to sleep with him. “Claire?” His sleepy voice was warm and gruff and sexier than his fully awake voice. I snuggled into his body and he welcomed me by pulling me in tight. “Are you okay?”
