Most of the time.
He put the razor down and flexed his arms. His chest was still defined, he hadn’t lost that much muscle tone in the past ten days but it was noticeable.
I bet I’ve lost ten pounds. Fifteen even.
He heard Steven clamber in the door and went back to shaving, fingers hurried. He scraped too hard and the cheap metal nicked his scalp over his right ear. The pain was irritating but the blood flow was f*****g annoying. He had to stop and put pressure on his scalp, hard.
It reminded him of pressing Jason’s belly together, seeing the blood flow through his fingers. He couldn’t make it stop, couldn’t save his friend, couldn’t protect his team…
Steven zipped around the corner, face flushed. “Hey! You’re up. Wanna go to the beach?”
Conrad turned to him, the washcloth slipped an
