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Chapter_7
In a split second, Whitney’s gaze dropped—unintentionally—to the man’s collarbone, sharp and striking beneath the soft lighting. Her eyes widened, caught between surprise and something less easily named.
He noticed. A subtle shift in his stance told her he did, and the air between them thickened, the tension twisting into something far more charged.
Seriously?
Not only did he have a face that could stop traffic, but his body was equally unfair. Broad shoulders narrowed to a lean waist, every line carved with casual strength. And those legs—long, toned, and partially visible beneath the edge of his towel—only added to the torment.
This was her nemesis?
Whitney could hardly process it. A small, stunned breath escaped her before she could stop herself.
“Had enough of the view?” His voice cut through the haze, smooth and laced with teasing.
“Or are you planning to memorize every detail before you blink?”
His gaze flicked downward, and it was only then that Whitney realized where her hand was. Her cheeks went scarlet.
“I wasn’t— I mean—sorry!” she blurted, yanking her hand back as her feet shuffled awkwardly.
But then—
“Careful,” he murmured, voice low with amusement. “You’re about to take the whole towel with you.”
She blinked. Looked down. Her fingers had been gripping the edge of the towel—how had that even happened?
Panicked, she tried to release it and step back at the same time. But her foot snagged on the corner of the rug, and she stumbled.
The towel slipped.
“Ah! Sorry!” she gasped, spinning around with her hands flailing in apology, desperately pretending she saw nothing.
