He didn’t speak as he climbed out of the pool, all the while glaring at me suspiciously, probably contemplating the idea that I could be some kind of stalker. Bloody hell, where had that sleazy thought come from?Īnd I can’t think of anything to say to excuse myself. His hair was short but not so short that I couldn’t run my hands through it. The way his jaw was set gave him a very determined look. His chiselled facial features and perfect bone structure made me think of the statues inside the mansion. Even from the opposite end of the pool his gorgeousness was apparent. Burly shoulders and arms seemed to glide across the surface of the water as the swimmer moved with such ease. My gaze found a delicious sight that sparked a rush in my blood. I was just about to dip my fingers in when there was a huge splash and the water began lapping against the edges. Although sunlight didn’t affect us in any way, we were nocturnal and naturally preferred the cover of darkness for hunting.Ī lover of swimming, I was unable to resist a trip down the small set of steps to go to the pool where the water twinkled in the moonlight. I imagined that the place would look all the more inviting in the sun. Beyond the pool was a beautiful beach decorated by palm trees. Noticing that one of the doors was slightly ajar, I quietly stepped out and absorbed the night-time.
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