Ayla POV
I tried very hard not to stare.
Really.
I did.
Mr. Bennett had instructed us to wear swimsuits to breakfast, and at the time I'd assumed it was just another one of Keenan Ashwood's eccentricities.
Now Gunnar stood beside me wearing nothing but a pair of navy swim trunks.
It turned out football players really did look like football players. Broad shoulders. A chest that looked carved instead of built. Arms that belonged in a sculpture garden somewhere.
I caught myself looking a second too long. He noticed. Of course he noticed. One corner of his mouth curled upward.
I looked away so quickly my cheeks warmed.
"Ready?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be."
He grinned. "I was born ready."
Lily didn't even glance up from the card she'd tucked into the pocket of her robe. "I sincerel
