His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 288 The Lovers’ Dance

Ella

The crimson hue that painted my cheeks felt hotter than the finest wine.

“Dance?” I echoed, a mix of incredulity and apprehension dripping from the word. Logan’s smirk only deepened, his gaze roving over me in a manner that was equally taunting and enticing.

“Wine just has a way of making me want to move,” he said, taking a step closer, his body. swaying lightly to the gentle rhythm of the song playing in the background. “Especially to a song like this. Don’t you feel it?”

Biting my lip, I fidgeted on the spot and took a step back. “I… I don’t really know how to dance,” I admitted, though it felt more like a weak excuse to get out of having to get close to him. He raised a brow in surprise.

“You? Ella Morgan, heir to the Morgan legacy, doesn’t know how to dance? Weren’t there galas, balls, and all sorts of fancy parties where dancing was practically a requirement?”

Rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly, I nodded. “They did make me take lessons. Loads of them. But,” I paused, seeking the right words, “I was a bit of a tomboy growing up. Always running around in the mud, climbing trees. Those dancing lessons? I sat there, arms crossed, as sullen as a raincloud. Refused to learn a step.”

A chuckle escaped Logan’s lips, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. “So, the rebellious little heiress. You continue to surprise me, Ella. How about now? Fancy a quick lesson?”

of me-the part that was still stung by our earlier disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance, the wine, and perhaps Logan’s

“But don’t laugh

the learning process,” he quipped, extending a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled into his embrace.

few steps were a disaster. I stumbled, nearly tripping over my own feet, but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness,

to notice just how fluidly he moved. Logan

him, admiration evident in my eyes. Our gazes locked, and I saw something shift in his-a tenderness, perhaps. Something far different and far

Caught in the rhythm and each other’s eyes, the world outside seemed to fade. The gentle strumming of

my initial clumsiness

said, smirking down at me. “Not

my cheeks tinge a shade of red. “I guess not,” I murmured. “Maybe I was a bit crass for refusing to dance all

My face turned even redder, but we

the final chords of the song resonated in the still air, reality came rushing back. Our faces were mere inches apart, our breaths

was about to leap out of my chest. We teetered on the brink of a kiss. The music was still, but the tension between Logan

anticipation was so thick it was almost unbearable. But just as the world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I was out of breath, my chest

into the embrace I had just fled from. Our faces

you. I really like you. Maybe it’s this

into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge

bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement

conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show of defiance,

you open with these.” As I spoke, my claws, sharp and deadly, began to protrude

a callback to my more primal instincts. My canines elongated into fangs, and my ears, normally rounded, sharpened to fine