Elena’s POV:
"You like what you see?"
His deep, amused voice pulled me from my daze. I blinked twice, my cheeks heating as I realized—I had been staring. Shame crashed over me, and I quickly lowered my head, turning toward the door.
Before I could reach it, his voice came again, teasing and laced with amusement.
"Don't you think it's a little too late for that?"
I glanced at him one last time, my heart pounding, then wrenched the door open and ran. His chuckle followed me down the hallway, taunting, as if he knew exactly what effect he had on me.
The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor, chest heaving. What the hell did I just see?
But my mind betrayed me, replaying everything—the sculpted ridges of his body, the way water glided down
