Claire stood barefoot on the tiled Kitchen floor, her favourite lemon-yellow sundress clinging lightly to her hips. The hem danced around her thighs as she moved, soft fabric brushing bare skin. She opened the oven, a waft of hot air spilling out and fogging her glasses slightly. Two golden sponge cakes sat in the tins, risen perfectly. She bent to pull them out, and that was all it took. The dress rode up just enough to...