Chapter 282

"Alright, I admit I went a bit hard on that tiny waist. I'll be gentler next time." Calliope shot him a mortified glare before quickly burying her red face in the pillow. "My legs hurt too. Go lower," she mumbled, her voice muffled. The man obediently let his hands slide down. But barely a few movements in, Calliope started wriggling - the touch tickled like static buzzing over her skin. "Okay! Stop, stop!" she yelped, swatting at his hand. "I'm tired. Sleep time!" As his hand withdrew, the mattress beside her dipped deeper. Conrad had already laid down, one long arm hooking her into his chest. He tugged the blanket over them smoothly. Calliope gave up on struggling completely. Maybe it was how cozy his arms felt, or maybe the massage really worked magic - either way, she drifted off in mere minutes, her breathing slow and steady. Conrad, on the other hand, was wide awake. He turned slightly, using the faint light to trace her features inch by inch. Her eyebrows were soft and faint, li