Allyson's POV
Thor's booming voice carried across the pool deck. "Michael! Time to show us what you've got. Let's see if age has caught up with you yet."
Michael's lips curved into that dangerous smile I knew too well. "Don't cry when you lose."
"In your dreams," Thor shot back with a grin.
I stepped away from the edge, throwing my hands up theatrically. "Gentlemen, prepare for battle. Take your positions!"
Both men moved to their starting points, muscles coiled and ready.
"Ready... set... GO!"
They launched into the water simultaneously. But my attention locked onto only one swimmer.
Michael cut through the pool like a predator hunting prey. Every movement was calculated, fierce, unstoppable.
His shoulders rolled with each stroke, water cascading off his powerful frame. When he surfaced for air, his head emerged and disappeared in perfect intervals, never breaking rhythm.
He swam like he lived - with complete dominance and raw intensity.
