Clara blushed at his words.
Edward seemed to purposely tease her, leaning in to nibble at her earlobe. When she tried to dodge, he held her head still.
Clara let out an involuntary whimper; her ears really were sensitive.
He knew too well how to grind her down.
"Don't change your clothes when you get back."
His withheld and controlled breath sprayed against her ear, making Clara feel a tingling sensation all over.
Edward released his grip on her, and both their breaths were somewhat rapid.
Clara dared not meet his gaze now; his eyes were full of desire. She was afraid she might inadvertently trigger him and be devoured right here.
Edward brushed aside a stray lock of her bangs.
"You look very nice," he said.
"In the future, only dress like this at home."
Clara had just softened slightly at his compliment. God knew how hard it was for him to say something nice. Hearing the latter part of his sentence, she instantly felt she was too easy to please.