Chapter 23
- Remy's POV
- I stood in Callum’s oversized, way-too-pristine kitchen wearing nothing but boxers and his shirt from last night. My hair was still damp from the shower. My stitches pulled slightly if I moved too fast, so I moved slow.
- I was craving pancakes. Callum didn’t seem like the type to own a pancake mix, but I found some hidden like contraband at the back of a cabinet. Fancy imported shit, too. Of course.