Claire smiled sweetly down at him, " You need to eat something and what better then chicken soup?"
Henry's heart swelled with affection. If he wasn't so sick, he'd kiss the shit out of her. " Thank you, Darlin'"
Claire smiled brightly, " You must be feeling better if you can call me Darlin'", she said as she headed for the door, " Get in the shower", she called over her shoulder before leaving the room.
Henry stared at the door for a moment. She was something else. How did he get so lucky? And why was she here? It wasn't out of obligation. She wouldn't be making him soup if she felt obligated to be here. Could she really just care about him? They had become somewhat close over the past three months. He did catch a little something in her eyes every once in a while before she would cover it up. Something that looked very much like affection.
Henry did as Claire said and got in the shower. God, the water felt so good. He stood under the spray for a couple minutes, just letting the water ease his achy muscles. He washed himself and his hair then got out. He brushed his teeth, then with the towel wrapped around his waist, he headed out into his bedroom. Claire was just setting a tray with a bowl of soup on his bed.
She glanced over at him. And he was sure he saw her eyes darken with desire. It made his heart pound and his cock stir. Which was in no way appropriate. Henry went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear, gym shorts and a t-shirt. He pulled his underwear on under his towel then pulled the towel away. His shorts were next then his t-shirt. After he was dressed, he rubbed the towel over his wet hair.
" Feel better?", Claire asked.
" Much", Henry sighed and started for the side of the bed where she was.
Claire smiled, " Good", she said watching him as he moved closer.
Henry stopped just in front of her, making Claire have to tilt her head back to look at him. Her breath seemed to catch, throwing Henry for a loop. Could she really feel something for him, or was she just attracted to him on a purely sexual level? Henry slipped his arms around her waist and tucked his face into her neck. Shit, she smelled good. Claire hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure as to what was going on, but then she wrapped her around around him, one hand cupping the back of his head.
" Thank you", Henry murmured into her neck.
" You're welcome", she whispered back.
Henry hugged her for a few moments longer, not knowing when the next time he would get the chance to touch her would be. He reluctantly let her go and sat on the bed. He lifted the tray onto his lap and looked down at the steaming bowl of soup.
" This looks delicious", Henry said, smiling up at Claire, who was still standing where he had left her.
She seemed to snap out of whatever she was thinking, her eyes flicked to his. She gave him a quick smile and a nod. Claire grabbed his wet towel off the floor and took it into the bathroom, where she hung it up. When she came back, she went around the bed to sit next to him.
Henry couldn't help but watch her. She was wearing jeans and a v-neck baby-doll t-shirt that hugged her ample breasts. As she crawled up into the bed, Henry got a nice view of her cleavage. Thank god the tray was on his lap because he got an instant hard-on. Claire sat next to him. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
" What?", she asked.
Henry shook his head, " Nothing", he said quickly then grabbed the spoon. The first bite of Claire's soup was heaven. Henry closed his eyes and moaned as the favors exploded in his mouth. " Oh my god, this is so good", he moaned and took another bite.
" Thanks", Claire said softly.
Henry was just about to ask about Ethan when his bedroom door flew open and his mother, Anne Beck, came waltzing in. Claire jumped and let out a startled yelp. Henry too jumped, his spoon slipped out of his hand to clatter on the tray beside the bowl. Henry bit out a curse.
" Henry, my baby, are you okay? Sebastian said you had the flu!", His mother cooed and rushed to his side.
Henry was going to kill Sebastian! He knew his mother always meant well but damn could she smother a man. Henry didn't know how his father dealt with it all these years. Her gray hair was styled and hair-sprayed to perfection. Her make up was done, looking elegant, not overdone. She wore jeans and a button down white blouse. She wasn't overly heavy, but she wasn't the skinny young girl she used to be. She did look great for 65 though.