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?”

disagreements-wanted to refuse,

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

a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled into his embrace. The warmth of his body was palpable, and

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

began to notice just how fluidly he moved. Logan was a natural dancer,

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

even more deeply. Caught in the rhythm and each other’s eyes, the world outside seemed to fade. The gentle strumming of the guitar, the soulful lyrics-it all created

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down at me. “Not so

a shade of red. “I guess not,” I murmured. “Maybe I

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

song resonated in the still air, reality came rushing

which had been racing the entire song, now felt as if it 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

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

took a step forward, his fingers finding mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me into the embrace I had just fled from. Our faces were close, so

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

intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of strength, I shoved

she chided, her voice dripping with a mix of

out of this!” I snapped back at her internally, my emotions a whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show of defiance, I fixed Logan with a glare, my

“I’ll slice you open with these.” As I spoke, my claws, sharp and deadly, began to protrude from

my ears, normally rounded, sharpened to fine points –