Caesar's POV
Presently: Now there she was, standing just a few feet away, her eyes fixed on me. From where I stood, I could see everything, every flicker of her expression, every breath she tried to steady. The hesitation. The silent war was raging in her eyes as she thought of her next move, either to run... or to stay.
Even as I moved out of the pool, her gaze never faltered. It clung to me, unyielding, almost reverent, and I liked it.
When I reached for the towel, water traced a slow path down my chest, gliding over every defined line of muscle before pooling at my waist. Her eyes followed the movement like a touch, slowly and hungrily. She didn't even try to hide it. That look in her eyes was raw, unguarded, and dangerous, like a wolf watching something she wanted to devour.
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