Chapter 213: Hens and Stags

Clara's POV:

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only," he tells me from where he's leaning against the door frame watching me, his eyes hooded as they rove over me.

I glance at him and notice the large grin on his face. As always, Andrew Contius is entertained by me. He has always loved to tease and taunt me.

As a teenager, he'd enjoyed nothing more than pulling my hair and calling me princess even though he knew I hated it.

Now that he's my boyfriend nothing has changed. Except we now have sex. He still calls me princess, but now I love it. He even pulls my hair occasionally except now I find it endearing and usually respond by sticking my tongue out at him childishly.

I laugh off his words as I continue to pull my tights up.

"I'm not dressed at all. At least not yet." That's the other difference between now and when we were kids, now I like his teasing, in fact, I'd say I covet it.