Waking Up in His Bed

The voice sounded familiar. Clara raised her head and looked at the handsome face.

"Declan, it's you again!"

Clara sat up straight. If she hadn't looked down to see that she was still dressed, she would have thought that she had gone back in time to the day at the club.

"How did you get into my house? Why are you in my bed again? Why aren't you wearing any clothes? What are you trying to do to me?