Memories
Claire's POV
I couldn't help but grin as I watched him go off to sleep while I deliberated over my next move. I was in desperate need of the restroom, so I wriggled my way out from under him and into the adjacent washroom, all the while smiling and thinking. At this moment, Brad had reached perfection and was more than capable of handling any consequences. After I had finished, I went to fetch a new bottle of water from the refrigerator, and on the way there, I noticed a significant spill on his counter. I checked under the sink in the kitchen when I couldn't find the paper towels I'd used earlier because I'd used them earlier. Because it seemed to be sticky, it required prompt rinsing with warm water as soon as it was discovered.