Callen didn’t bother knocking when he arrived at his room. He opened the door, and was greeted with the sight of Raquel lying on the bed with an arm above her, staring at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit, just a small lamp in the corner illuminating her, and what little she had at this place was not packed or ready. It appeared she had just simply come to the room, laid on her back and considered the ceiling a fascinating study.
Carefully, Callen shut the door behind him, twisting the lock. If Raquel knew he was there, she made no notice of it. He walked to the bed, and was surprised to see her shirt pulled up underneath her breasts, and her fingers were languidly tracing the scars that marred her abdomen. Carefully, he threw a knee on the bed and leaned into it, pressing his palms to
