Elena POV:
As Kane stepped back to yank off his t-shirt, exposing those perfectly chiseled abs that looked like they were sculpted by the gods themselves, my breath hitched. For a moment, I was completely mesmerized—his muscles flexed with every subtle movement, his skin glistening faintly under the soft light. The sheer masculinity radiating off him was utterly intoxicating.
But then, that small step back, that tiny sliver of distance between us, gave me just enough room to breathe. The cool air hit my face, cutting through the oppressive heat that had consumed me. The thick, heady mixture of his scent and dominant aura that had been clouding my mind thinned ever so slightly.
And that was all it took.