Chapter 117

Lily stopped in her tracks and looked up at the stairs. Carson was coming down, this time in casual clothes: a plain white t-shirt that clung to his shoulders and chest, and black joggers that hung loosely on his hips. His hair was still damp and messy, with strands falling over his forehead. Lily's breath hitched. For a moment, her mind went completely blank. Her throat went dry. Damn... She had never seen anyone this handsome up close before. It was almost unfair. He looked younger than his age, yet carried himself with an easy confidence that made it even worse. His tousled hair only added to the charm, as if he had just stepped out of a magazine photoshoot. Her heart gave an odd little thump in her chest. Carson stopped at the bottom of the stairs, casually leaning against the railing, his sharp gaze fixed on her. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said with a sly smile. Lily quickly blinked, forcing herself to snap out of it. She clenched her fists by her sides. "Y...You..."