Claire's POV
Thank God tomorrow was a Sunday. Oof!
I made it back to my room and barely shut the door before I face-planted into the bed, screaming into the pillows like they might absorb my current mortification .
I hadn't expected that he would also be unable to sleep. I wonder why. I was used to dressing in just my sleep wear, free of bras or underwear.
My nipples were still hard and peaked. I don't know how it happened, I didn't even notice it when it happened. Must have been his near naked self that was seated in front of me.
His gaze had something in it that made my nipples peak even harder and that was how I even found out myself.
"This is so embarrassing!" I whisper yell in embarrassment.
Why was I that affected by him?
I mean yes he looked ridiculously good half naked but just the sight shouldn't have gotten me so worked up.
Maybe I could blame it on the cold?
Ugh!
If I thought I couldn't sleep earlier, I definitely wouldn't now.
I was utterly mortified. How had I managed to embarrass myself on the very first day of living together? The days ahead were definitely not going to come easy.
I'd barely avoided getting caught ogling his chest. Barely.
My mouth had actually watered at the sight of him. I'd never seen Louis dressed so… normal. No suits. No crisp dress shirts. Just loose pajamas that did absolutely nothing to hide the deep V lines disappearing into the waistband of his pajamas.
I hadn't even tried to stop myself, I couldn't even when I tried. My eyes traced every contour, every dip and every line, committing it to memory like I was an artist set to sketch him.
That man was a walking sex appeal. The man that was soon to become my husband, even though it is on paper.
This cohabitation was going to be hard.
Harder than his very, very distracting abs.
'Control yourself, Claire,' I scolded silently.
I reached for my phone on the bedside table. 2:36 a.m.
"Oh, this is going to be a long night," I groaned, staring up at the ceiling, at the soft glow of the elegant lighting fixtures.
I turned onto my side, then my back. Closed my eyes. Opened them again.
Every time I blinked, I saw him.
His bare chest, Lazy posture. That calm, unreadable expression as if he hadn't just detonated my composure with one casual gaze.
Somewhere down the hall, a door clicked softly. Then sound of running water.
My breath caught.
Great. Just dandy!
Cheers to you, Claire!
Louis' POV
I am currently hitting the shower after that awkward interaction from earlier. A hot shower to burn every dark thought that plagued my mind.
I couldn't sleep afterwards. I'd perished the idea of it.
How the hell did I get myself caught like that?
Worse, I can't stop thinking about her. The way the thin fabric clung to her, doing absolutely nothing to hide how distractingly perfect her tits looked. Perky, heavy and very very tempting. I should probably find a way to replace her sleepwear, something thicker, better quality. For my sanity, if nothing else.
I couldn't survive this every night.
"Shit," I mutter, just as the water turns icy. I must have been standing there for far too long.
I step out, grabbing a towel, drying off—but the shower has done nothing to cool my thoughts. She's still there, in my mind, vivid and uninvited. Her silky smooth legs. That mouth, her pink pouty lips, one that is slowly driving me nuts. The way my mind insists on filling in details I have no business imagining. Very improper thoughts.
I drag a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.
I'm fucked.
I just lay back in bed, still stark naked, staring at the ceiling with nothing but Claire on my mind.
I look to my bedside again to see that it is now 2 a.m. Since when did I get this insane at the thought of a woman?
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I wake to my name being called, followed by a quiet but insistent knock on my bedroom door.
Who on earth could that be?
I groan, turning lazily on the bed. When did I even fall asleep?
"Louis… Louis… Mr. Smith," the soft but urgent call jolts me awake. I blink, still a bit disoriented.
That sounds like Claire.
"Come on in," I mutter, still half-asleep—completely forgetting one very important detail.
As I glance down, reality slams into me.
I freeze.
I'm stark naked.
Before I can stop her, before I can even form the words—
The door opens.
Claire stands in the doorway, wide-eyed, frozen in place. Her gaze collides with mine, mirrored shock flashing between us. Her mouth falls open slightly as her brain visibly struggles to process the sight in front of her.
Oh shit. Not this again . And it's barely morning.
Her eyes slowly drift.
From my face.
Down to my chest.
And then lower, to my very visible and upright dick, in its morning glory, which just jostles in response. Of course!
I mentally facepalm.
Still, I wonder what is going through her mind. I really hope she likes what she saw.
I react instantly, scrambling to grab the sheets and cover myself, heart thudding like I've been caught committing a crime.
'Well,' I think grimly, 'I suppose we're even now.'
One day. Just one day of living together, and we've already managed mutual nudity. Though, admittedly, she's mostly seen me naked, I, on the other hand have not had the pleasure of the same.
She's clad in a baby blue tank top, and some tight fitting leggings. Was she working out?
"Fuck," she whispers, finally snapping out of it as she hurriedly turns around covering her eyes. A beat too late, Claire. "I'm so sorry… I didn't realize you'd be… indecent."
I can't help it. A small smirk tugs at my lips at her flustered, painfully innocent expression.
"It's okay," I say lightly. "Not your fault. I did tell you to come in."
I pause, then add, amused, "I suppose I'm the pervert here. Didn't even realize I was… naked."
"Oh—no, not at all," she rushes out, clearly mortified. "It's just… I actually came here to…."
She trails off, blinking as though she's forgotten entirely why she's standing in my doorway while I'm unclothed. I can't help but laugh inwardly at her disoriented state.
I tilt my head. "You were saying?", my voice slightly teasing.
She inhales sharply, composure slowly returning. "Oh…yes. Your grandparents are downstairs. In the living room. They arrived early this morning… and they're asking to meet you."
Well. That certainly wakes me up completely.