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The door opened, and Levi exited the changing room like sin reincarnated. The wetsuit clung to his lower half with ruthless precision, every sleek line emphasizing the lean, powerful frame it encased.
The zipper pulled down to his hips, revealing the sharp cut of his abs and the faint gleam of water still trailing down his chest. Eveline tracked a single drop of water tracing the line of his collarbone and disappeared beneath the suit's open V just above his hips.
She'd seen him irritated. Seen him focused. But somehow, none of that prepared her for the way the wetsuit clung to him like it had been poured in reverence. Eveline's stomach tripped over itself and gone feral. It was uncalled for and unwelcomed. She tried to get a grip, but all she could think was a very quiet, very insistent: oh no, oh no, oh no.
Enemies to almost-lovers at sea. Banter. Tension. Life vests. Poor choices encouraged.
Slow burn so slow you might scream into a pillow.