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Walking into the pool house, I found myself in a spacious studio-like room. A bed was tucked into one corner, while a couch and sitting area occupied the center. The small kitchen was on the opposite side. It felt like a cozy, secluded haven, away from the chaos of the main house.

Still damp, Kael flopped down on the couch and dried his hair with a towel. As he did, his muscles flexed visibly. His stomach, arms, his entire physique was on display. I couldn't help but notice, and I felt a surge of attraction that was hard to ignore.

He peeked out from under the towel and caught me staring. His smile, knowing and a little teasing, sent a wave of heat through me. I flushed and quickly turned away, acutely aware of my heavy breathing and other signs of arousal.

I realized that resisting Kael would be much more complicated than anticipated.

I took a seat in a chair across from him. He stood up, walked over to the fridge, and returned with a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses and handed