Chapter 362

Calliope Godfrey stirred groggily at the damp, warm tickle at her ear. She instinctively scrunched her neck up like a sleepy cat getting annoyed, letting out a soft, muffled hum. "I'm so tired..." Turning over, she stretched an arm out and wrapped it around Conrad Hilliard’s waist, nuzzling her cheek against his abs. "Can’t we talk after I nap a bit more?" Her voice was thick with sleep, barely audible, but it carried a kind of helpless trust and quiet attachment that hit straight to the heart. Conrad froze. The heat he’d been trying to keep down just flared up even more at her half-asleep teasing. He lowered his head to look at the woman curled up against him, utterly defenseless. His gaze darkened for a moment but ended with a quiet sigh. Leaning in, he pressed a deep yet restrained kiss to her smooth forehead. Forget it. No need to deal with her now. He got up and walked to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water echoed through the room. Cold water slammed into his toned back