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?”

earlier disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance,

I finally relented. “But don’t laugh

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

I stumbled, nearly tripping over my own feet, but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness, he guided me, his laughter

how fluidly he moved. Logan was a natural dancer, his steps graceful

saw something shift in his-a tenderness, perhaps. Something far

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

initial clumsiness melting away with Logan’s guiding

Logan said, smirking down at me. “Not so

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

“Or maybe you just never had. the right partner.” My face turned even redder, but we

song resonated in the still air, reality came rushing back.

on the brink of a kiss. The music was still, but the tension between Logan and me was palpable, electric. Our lips hovered,

was almost unbearable. But just as the world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away

gentle tug, he pulled me into the embrace

darkened with desire, locked onto mine. “I like you. I really like you. Maybe it’s this whole ‘fated mates’ thing. messing with our heads,

in my chest. His words, as sincere as they sounded, felt like an intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of strength, I shoved him off,

sort,” I declared. defiantly. But within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “You want to. Both of us

snapped back at her internally, my emotions a whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show

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

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 even the