Chapter 53

After a few moments, the door finally creaked open. The man looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. A towel hung loosely around his waist, and water still clung to his tanned skin. His damp black hair stuck to his forehead, and droplets ran down that sharp jawline, sliding past his Adam's apple. Broad chest, defined abs, and those damn V-lines... the kind that screamed hormone. Even though she'd seen him like this before, Calliope couldn't help sneaking another glance. But soon, her eyes landed on the burns on his arm. The blisters looked even angrier now that they were wet. She pressed her lips together and held out the insulated lunch box and the small pharmacy bag. "This is for you." Conrad didn't take it. He just turned and walked into the bedroom. He didn't bother closing the door. So Calliope followed him in and set the items down on the dining table. This was only her second time in his apartment. Last time, she was in such a rush she only noticed the place was packed