Chapter 106

Inside the bathroom, Conrad leaned heavily on the sink, trying to catch his breath. In the mirror, his reddened eyes and tightly clenched jawline told the whole story. On the counter were a pink toothbrush, a fluffy cat-ear headband, and that faint, sweet scent of hers-ever-present and impossible to ignore. Grumbling under his breath, he turned on the tap, splashing cold water on his face over and over. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off that smile of hers or the blinding whiteness that had burned into his mind. The heat in his veins only flared up more, like it was determined to set his sanity on fire. It made no sense. He'd always kept his distance from women, even found them repulsive at times. So why was it just her-why did she get to him like this? With a frustrated grunt, he yanked open the frosted glass door and stepped into the shower. A torrent of cold water crashed over him, barely cooling down the fire rampaging through him. In the small apartment, the so