Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 455

Owen stepped out, finding himself in an unavoidable collision course with the coat rack directly across from the bathroom door.

He was cradling a bundle of clothes, his hair still damp, droplets tracing distinct paths down his neck, soaking into the fabric of his t-shirt. Moisture coated his neck and cheeks, blurring the lines between sweat and water.

The second he spotted Roseanne, it was like his brain had a total meltdown.

She was clad in a black tank top, the snug material accentuating her curves and leaving a small section of her waist bare, revealing a delicate navel.

Her slender arms, the pronounced collarbones, and the way her skin seemed to glow against the black fabric...

She was the spitting image of the woman in his dreams.

Roseanne froze on the spot, her t-shirt in hand forgotten, as she stood rooted to the ground.

"Mr... Mr. Reynolds..."

Owen quickly turned his back, taking deep breaths to steady his voice, striving for calmness- "Sorry for using your bathroom."

But only he knew how tight his throat felt, his voice barely concealing the turmoil inside.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-

chest was pounding wildly, threatening to

intended to head back to his own place for a

entering his bathroom, he was met with a scene of chaos:

hadn't been designed with dedicated spots for air conditioning units, so they were typically

technicians hanging outside his bathroom window, rendering the

her but hesitated at her

if he disturbed

could quickly finish without any interruptions, he hadn't expected their paths to

on her t-shirt, stumbling over her words, "I-I thought you

was an awkward

back, Roseanne

now... you

Owen faced her again.

eyes met, filling the air

thick min

tof

of something else...

of embarrassment and et