Damon stood still, his chest heaving up and down rapidly as he sucked deep breaths of hot air into his burning lungs. He had won the match, even with his handicap.
Up on the balcony, Camilla let out a very long, quiet sigh of relief. She relaxed her tight grip on the stone railing.
She looked down at him standing victorious in the sun.
Thick beads of sweat were rolling continuously down Damon's face. The sweat slid over his sharp collarbones, trailing slowly down his muscled chest and tracking over his defined, hard abdominal muscles before soaking into the waistband of his dark grey trousers. His skin literally shone and glistened in the blazing sunlight. He looked devastatingly attractive.
Camilla stared at his bare chest. She simply could not take her eyes off him.
But as she stared, she suddenly noticed movement in the background.
