Overwhelmed by the man's heartfelt confession, Claire Sinclair abruptly pushed him away. She planted her hands on his chest, her wide, shimmering eyes staring into his dark, affectionate gaze.
"If I only didn't divorce you because of a moment of weakness, and I might not even fall in love with you in the future, would you still want to spend the rest of your life with an insincere and flippant girl like me?"
"As long as you don't mind my complicated family, I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you."
"..."
'She knew it. Her moment of weakness would be met with this strange devotion of his.'
'No, that's not enough. I have to be more direct.'
Claire Sinclair asked again, "Then what if I'm only with you because I want you for your body? What if I only come looking for you because I'm lonely and needy? Could you accept that?"
"It would be my honor."
"..."
'Oh, for heaven's sake. I was just talking nonsense, and he's still managing to completely fluster me.'
