Chapter Thirty-Seven

I sigh as I watch Apollo from my room, sitting on my floral couch, deep in thought. He removed his leather coat due to the warm weather and now is sporting a charcoal gray, V-neck T, that shows off his muscled torso.

Tattoos are visible on his arms and upper chest, making me shiver.

I wonder what's going through his head, that beautiful frown on his face gives me pause. That detached stare makes me curious.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

He looks at me and his eyes go round as saucers. "Where are the rest of your clothes?"

I look down at my short jean shorts with a high waist, paired with an off-the-shoulder white blouse. I looked, killer. But this must be a shock for Apollo coming from a world that is very formal.

He stands up, eyes devouring me. "This world I will not understand. It leaves very little to the imagination."

I laugh. "What were you thinking of?"

"You."

I frown. "Good, or bad?"