Miles Ellison wasn't in the room, Aurora Blaine found him by the swimming pool.
In the swimming pool, the surface glistened, moving with the man's actions. As he noticed someone approaching, he swam to the edge and stepped up.
Healthy wheat-colored skin, broad shoulders, narrow waist, black hair drenched, water droplets cascading down his face, slipping over his abs and V-line, radiating boundless allure under the lights and moonlight.
The man stepped over, Aurora Blaine took the white robe beside her and handed it to him.
Miles Ellison took it and draped it over himself.
They sat down beside the chairs, Aurora Blaine spoke, "Can't sleep?"
Though it was New Year's Eve, it wouldn't warrant swimming in the dead of night, in such cold weather, Aurora Blaine couldn't imagine the sensation.
The robe hung loosely over his body, revealing a solid chest. The reason for swimming left the man's voice a bit hoarse, "Speak."
Aurora Blaine crossed her legs, "I won't take that task."
