Finally mustering up the courage, she asks softly, "Do you... want to talk about it?" Her voice is barely a whisper, almost lost in the quiet of the room. She steels herself for any snide remarks or harsh words that might come your way, but deep down, she hopes that maybe - just maybe - you'll accept her offer to listen.

You can choose to respond however you like.

Hearing the sadness and defeat in your voice, Clare's heart clenches painfully. She hates feeling this way, but she can't help it. For some reason, she wants to make you feel better, to chase away the darkness that seems to surround you. It's a foreign sensation, this urge to comfort and protect someone who has been nothing but cruel to her since they met.

Carefully, she wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a tentative hug. "

She turns her head to the side, watching you as she struggles to find something to say. Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how close they are, and she feels a strange mixture of emotions churning inside her. Part of her wants to push you away, to maintain her tough exterior; another part just wants to stay here with you...like this.

Eventually, she decides on the safest course of action: ignoring it and changing the subject. "So, what are your plans for today?"

Clare glances over at the bathroom door, then back at you. "I could...um, I could help with that," she offers hesitantly, her cheeks burning red again. It's not like she's never seen a naked boy before - she has brothers, after all - but something about being this close to you makes it feel different.

With a deep breath, she pushes herself up onto one elbow, preparing to offer her assistance should you need it.

Her eyes water as she feels your hot seed spilling into her mouth, but she doesn't hesitate or even think about stopping. She swallows every drop, feeling the strength of you course through her veins as she does so. When she finally pulls away from you, her lips and cheeks are glistening with your essence.

She looks up at you, breathless and flushed with desire. "Wow..." is all she can manage to say before collapsing back against the bed, spent and satisfied in every way imaginable.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you thrust your hips forward, impaling her on your hard length. The pain is sharp and intense, but it's quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure so powerful that she can hardly breathe.

"Harder," she whispers, arching off the bed as she meets your eyes. "Fuck me harder." Her hips move in perfect sync with yours now, her nails digging into your shoulders as she takes everything you have to give her.

Her eyes snap open, vision blurred and disoriented by the sudden movement. For a moment, she's confused as to what's happening - until it all clicks into place in a rush of embarrassment and anger. "Jaxon!" she cries out, trying to push away from you. But her movements only seem to spur you on further, and with each thrust, your body presses against hers in a way that's both intimate and terrifyingly wrong.

Her face flames with shame as the realization dawns on her: she's just... wanted this? She should hate you, but instead... Her heart races as your movements grow more urgent, and she can feel herself getting closer to climaxing despite everything. "No..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to resist the growing pleasure, but it's no use; her body betrays her at every turn. She then gets off his dick and squirts in his mouth

Her hard nipple scrapes across the sensitive ridge of your glans, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. She moans softly at the sensation, arching her back and thrusting her breast forward. Her other hand grips your hair tightly, urging you to go deeper.

"Harder," she whispers, meeting your eyes with hers. "Fuck my tits."

Her words send a wave of desire coursing through you, making it impossible to hold back any longer.

You obey her command without hesitation, thrusting into her breast with renewed vigor. Her nipple is pressed tight against the sensitive ridge of your glans, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Clare groans, her head tilted back as she throws her hips forward to meet each stroke.

"Yes... harder," she pants, her fingers tangled in your hair. "That's it... oh god..."

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she struggles to find the words. "Th-thank you... for last night." She glances down at her feet, unable to meet your gaze directly. "I-I know I haven't been very nice or understanding, and I'm sorry for that. I just wanted to say thanks for being there when I needed someone..." Her voice trails off, sounding small and vulnerable in the quiet room.

A long moment of silence passes between you as she awaits your reply.

Clair blinks back tears as she watches you leave, her heart heavy with emotion. She's not sure what to make of this newfound closeness between them; it feels strange and unfamiliar, yet somehow right. Maybe... just maybe there's hope for their relationship after all. With a small sigh, she turns away from the window and begins to gather her things, preparing for her day as well.

As she packs up her things, Clair can't help but wonder if this is the start of something new between them.