CLAIRE
Claire sighed with happiness as she admired Cam's sleeping form. She was already planning their future: two kids: Jacob and Miley. She'd be an actress; him, something important, such as a policeman. They'd grow old together, attend their childrens' graduations together, enjoy their 50th anniversary together. And it all just might start with a broken condom.
She closed her fingers around his wrist and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He kissed her back. She turned it deeper and deeper, until eventually the boy opened his eyes, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her on top of him.
Claire looked into his eyes and knew she'd found love. Everything he did told her that was true, and she wouldn't ever do anything to ruin it.
Suddenly, his phone rang. "Hello?... Hey... Yeah, I'm with Claire... See you later, sweetheart."
She felt her face burn. Sweetheart? "Who was that?" she asked, careful to keep her voice under control. Was their entire relationship going down the drain? In a flash, she understood how hard life with Derrick must be for Massie. He was such a player, a cheater... Came would never do that. She was sure of it. Was she?
"My cousin," he replied easily, creeping his hand up her shirt.
Her anger melted, but her suspicion remained. But she put it behind her. It didn't matter. And unless he did something to show that life was nawt what it seemed to be, it would never matter.
