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Sienna
By the time I reach the edge of the pool, the world is whirling around me. I grab the thing closest to me to steady myself, which turns out to be a man. One I recognize.
He's tall and lean, with broad shoulders. He grins as he steadies me, his hands lingering on my forearms.
Violet eyes look down at me.
He's built like a model.
Seeing him in these brief swimming trunks stretched across his front pings a message to my head.
Hell, he is a model. An underwear model. One well-known, too, given I now recall seeing his face in many magazines. And he's holding my arms, looking at me as if he wants to take me to bed.
Except I've seen him with Jace. Know he feels something for him. He'd looked at Jace as if he was still in love with him.
And I'm perilously close developing an att
