Mist’s POV
I dive into the pool, the cool embrace of water wrapping around me, but it can't douse the spark in my heart, the one Charles ignited. I swim with purpose, trying to erase his powerful, honey-toned image from my mind, but it's futile.
Splash!
The water beside me stirs as Charles swims over, breaking the surface with effortless grace. His muscular upper body gleams with droplets, each one tracing the defined lines of his physique before falling back into the pool. His wet hair is slicked back, revealing those mesmerizing gray-blue eyes that pull me in despite myself. Charles carries a presence, cool and comforting like the water, but also deeply inviting, with a hint of his cedar scent lingering in the air.
"The water's cold," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky caress that br
