Another afternoon, Angela Linton was returning from a lunch with girlfriends outside, and as she passed the guest room, she noticed the door was ajar.
She glanced casually and suddenly halted her steps.
Inside, Kevin Sheffield had just finished high-intensity training, his upper body bare, facing away from the door as he wiped his sweat-soaked body with a towel.
His wheat-colored skin shimmered with a healthy glow of sun exposure, his broad and muscular back clearly defined with lines that tightened and flexed with his movements. Every muscle seemed to harbor an immeasurable force.
His body wasn't as refined as a male model's, carrying a rugged wildness honed through real combat, and a few visible scars added an aura of severity.
Usually, Kevin Sheffield was meticulously dressed in public spaces, contrasting starkly with his current bare appearance.
Angela Linton stood staring, temporarily dazed.
Until Kevin Sheffield, keenly sensing her gaze, suddenly turned around.
