Aria's POV
"Need something?" Aiden asked, his voice low and casual as water cascaded down his sculpted body.
His words snapped me back to reality. I'd been so hypnotized by his swimming that I'd completely forgotten why I'd rushed out here in the first place.
"I was just—" I started, but he cut me off with a raised hand.
"Give me five minutes," he said, reaching for a towel draped over a nearby chair. "Wait for me in the cabana."
Without waiting for my response, he strode toward what must've been a changing room near the pool house. I made my way to the small cabana, settling myself onto one of the white cushioned benches. The folder I'd brought lay open on my lap as I continued skimming through the pages, trying to ignore how my heart was still racing from watching him in the water.
