Clara could clearly see Sara’s torment; not something that she had hoped to bring out in the girl. It would need to be in her own time if she wanted to talk about it. Clara thought that time might be now, but clearly she was mistaken.
“Good. I don’t share well,” she quipped lightly. Despite her tone, it was the complete truth. She already didn’t much care for the idea that Sara and Theo were involved. However, she was not about to rock the boat. She was a realistic, after all.
“Do you like being on top of me?” Clara purred. “What are you doing to do up there?”