As she had thought, Calhoun had worn nothing but the robe around his body as he had only finished taking a bath. His tousled hair was slowly drying as they didn't stick to his forehead anymore as she had seen when she had stepped into the room. He stood there as naked as her, his body taut and proud whilst she continued to keep her hands in the same position.
It was hard to look further down from his face because of the way he looked at her as if one small movement from her would lead this big bad wolf to gobble her up. The look in his eyes was something that reminded her of the time when he had cornered her in one of the corridors of the castle before she had run away from him to join the crowd during the time of Hallow. His eyes were intense and intimidating, but there was also something else in there, something dark and dangerous that lurked behind those red eyes of his.
