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?”

by our earlier disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance, the wine, and perhaps

not?” I finally relented. “But don’t laugh if I step

I found myself pulled into his

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

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 softer than

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

to synchronize, my initial clumsiness melting away with

down at me. “Not so

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

you just never had. the right partner.” My face turned

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

chest. We teetered on the brink of a kiss. The music was still, but the tension between Logan and me was

my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I was out of breath, my chest heaving,

mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me into the embrace I had just fled

really like you. Maybe it’s this whole ‘fated mates’ thing. messing with our

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

But within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a

my hair over my shoulder in a show of

my voice low and deadly, “I’ll slice you open with these.” As

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 even the