Marissa felt like she had turned into stone.
A statue.
Seeing him taking laps across the pool felt so mesmerizing that she couldn't move her eyes away from him.
His powerful arms were slicing through the water and all she could do was swallow hard.
Rafael Sinclair was making things harder for her. He didn't even realize what effect he had on her senses even after so many years.
With every movement, his toned muscles flexed. Marissa's eyes were fixed on him. The tiled floor under her feet might be cold but was nothing in contrast to the heat slowly spreading in the forbidden areas of her body.
At least, water is lucky. It's able to touch Rafael in places where she couldn't touch him freely. This intense swirl of emotions was making it harder to breathe.
Pure fascination could be seen in her eyes.
