"Oh, don't be sensitive," Alec murmured, reaching out and grabbing her arm. He pulled her into him, his face covered with a smirk. He shook his head, looking both amused and indifferent. "I laugh because of how adorable you are, not because I look down on... your situation," he murmured, unable to utter the word "virgin". His brain simply wouldn't allow it. "Now tell me how a girl like you has managed to keep men from diving in to your pants." He raised his eyebrows, still holding her by the arm close to him. The way he held her wasn't hard, but clearly dominant.
Claire squealed with delight, her fingers lacing within his hair as she dove in to the sea of pleasure. Her moans filled the room and undoubtedly the read of the house as she came, her hips moving up to grind into his. "Oh, Jason... God, you're amazing," she cried, moving up to kiss him deeply, holding him close. There was no doubt they were attracted to one another, and they definitely loved each other. However, she wondered if her nervousness over the baby and his famous flirty demeanor would break them.
Grace smirked. "A few hours. It's night time now," she said gently. "And your mother is in bed. She doesn't seem too angry..." She shrugged moved her hands up to pull her hair into a high, wavy pony tail, revealing the top of her scar she saw earlier and another one on the back of her neck that was crescent shaped. "You need anything? Something to eat? Your mother made some soup, I think."
Claire squealed with delight, her fingers lacing within his hair as she dove in to the sea of pleasure. Her moans filled the room and undoubtedly the read of the house as she came, her hips moving up to grind into his. "Oh, Jason... God, you're amazing," she cried, moving up to kiss him deeply, holding him close. There was no doubt they were attracted to one another, and they definitely loved each other. However, she wondered if her nervousness over the baby and his famous flirty demeanor would break them.
Grace smirked. "A few hours. It's night time now," she said gently. "And your mother is in bed. She doesn't seem too angry..." She shrugged moved her hands up to pull her hair into a high, wavy pony tail, revealing the top of her scar she saw earlier and another one on the back of her neck that was crescent shaped. "You need anything? Something to eat? Your mother made some soup, I think."