Claire had always been a bit of an enigma to those around her. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, and her words often had a way of cutting through the air with a sharpness that belied her sweet tone. This was especially true with Jacob, a friend...

She was sitting on his chest, her long hair falling like curtains around their faces. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, slow kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this, love?" Her voice was a gentle whisper, as soothing as a lullaby. "Rememb...

In response to my squirming, Claire lifted herself slightly, hovering just above my face. Her voice was firm but gentle as she spoke, "Look, I want you to stay still. I want to enjoy my evening. Just calm down. It can't be that bad." Her words hit me with...