Zephyr’s pulse quickened, his cheeks flushing as he tried to compose himself in Mateo’s presence. Despite his best efforts to maintain a calm facade, the sight of Mateo, shirtless and dripping with water, sent a wave of heat coursing through his veins.
“I, uh, I was just…” Zephyr stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to form a coherent response. His mind raced, desperately searching for an excuse to justify his presence in the room. But with Mateo’s piercing gaze fixed on him, every thought seemed to scatter like leaves in the wind.
Mateo arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he watched Zephyr’s flustered attempts to explain himself. The tension between them crackled in the air, palpable and charged with a strange energy that left Zephyr feeling exposed and vulnerable.
