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?”

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

finally relented. “But don’t laugh if I step on your

of the learning process,” he quipped, extending a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled into his embrace. The warmth of his body was palpable, and the proximity

over my own feet, but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness, he guided

just how fluidly he moved. Logan was

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

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

movements began to synchronize, my initial

down at

of red. “I guess not,” I murmured. “Maybe I was a bit crass

you just never had. the right partner.” My face turned even redder, but we continued moving together, as

chords of the song resonated in the still air,

leap out of my chest. We teetered on the brink

the world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I was out of breath, my chest heaving, my mind

he pulled me into the embrace I had just fled from. Our faces were close, so close that I could feel the warmth of his

you. I really like you. Maybe it’s this whole ‘fated mates’ thing. messing with our heads, but right now, I couldn’t care

into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of strength,

called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a

a whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show of defiance, I fixed Logan with a glare, my eyes aflame with a mixture of anger and

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

shift within me, a callback to my more primal instincts. My canines elongated into fangs, and my ears, normally rounded, sharpened to fine points – a throwback to the fiery little girl I once was, the one who would throw tantrums that would terrify