But hints and half-truths were no good to me. “Jason, please don’t speak in riddles. It’s me, Claire.”His expression softened, and he reached ...ut to hold my hand, in a gesture that mixed apology and need.“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m afraid,” he replied in a nervous voice.I wasn’t used to the idea of my intimidatingly large boyfriend being scared, and I squeezed his hand to reassure him. “Afraid of what.”“Of losing you, Claire.”“Why would you lose me?”“Because if I do as you ask and spell it out,. He crept into the bathroom and showered and came back smelling fresh and heavenly. He pulled the covers over us and pulled me in close to him. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the back of my head and went back to sleep. I felt guilty that I was spying and lusting after the man who was living to love and protect me but I couldnt help that he was so unbelievably hot. His alarm woke me up at 5am but he didnt budge yet. His back was towards me and he had some small cute little moles that I. Smy was living on our next house. The door used to be closed always. On a fine day when I was studying sitting near our door, the door of the house near my house opened very little.I was looking for somebody to come out but nobody came out. It closed again and opened after some time. Again this time it opened only a little and closed again. This happened for many times. Only after some time I noted something like the thumb poking out from that door.It was looking like a thumb but it was longer. ” Returning his smile, I replied, “You know I will.” “You're such a slut.” “And you just now figured this out?” “You know, if I was of a mind to get married again, I'd want it to be you,” he said. “You're lucky we can't get married or I'd be pestering you about it all the time.” “Would you?” “You know I would. Look at me, I got on hormones because you wanted to have titties to play with. Of course, I like having them there for you as well. And if you wanted me to do it, I'd have the surgery..