"Why would you make me feel uncomfortable?" Clara fluttered her lashes. "Are you kicking while sleeping? Do you talk in your sleep?"
"No... no, at all," Edgar felt his penis throb. It became more unbearable now. How could he explain the kind of discomfort he was feeling now and what he would cause her if he decided to sleep with Clara on the same bed?
"So?" Clara slowly pursed her lips. "Do you not like me anymore that you don't want to hug me while I sleep?"
She started shivering and it made Edgar feel so bad. He knew the temperature had dropped really low. She must be feeling really cold right now. He wished it was that easy for him to just hug her to sleep.
He would really love it.
But not tonight.
"I like you, very much..." he stammered. "It's not that."
"So...?" Tears started forming in Clara's eyes and now Edgar realized she had truly misunderstood him.
