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, the wine, and perhaps Logan’s magnetic pull made

relented. “But don’t laugh if I

he quipped, extending a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled into his embrace. The warmth of his body

but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness, he guided me, his laughter

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

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

realization made me blush 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 an atmosphere of intimacy, pulling us even

movements began to synchronize, my initial clumsiness melting away with Logan’s

Logan said, smirking down at me. “Not

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

partner.” My face turned even redder, but

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

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

fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I was

seemingly undeterred, took a step forward, his fingers finding mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me into the embrace I

eyes, 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, but right now, I couldn’t

growl rumbled deep 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, creating a distance between us

“Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a mix

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,

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

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 toughest