Sloane's POV
I had no idea what Epoch was about to do.
And he didn't answer me.
He simply... started undressing.
With no hesitation, he stripped off his dress shirt and trousers, revealing a body carved from lean muscle—broad chest, long, powerful legs.
He wore only a pair of snug gray boxer briefs. The V-lines on his hips—those sculpted grooves—were so perfect it felt almost criminal to look at them.
Then he dove into the spring.
Clear mountain water splashed high, crashing against his abs, cascading down those V-lines... disappearing into the fabric clinging tight against him.
I forgot to breathe.
He wasn't doing anything—just swimming. Just swimming.
And yet my face burned like fire. My whole body felt like it was catching flame.
No. I can't. I can't let myself fall like this
