Sylvia's POV:

The intimacy between us overwhelmed me as we stared into each other's eyes.

Rufus eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, seemed to mesmerize me. The grayish blue irises felt like the vast ocean, and I was the lonely boat floating with the current.

Finally, I withdrew my gaze and lowered my head, feigning a cough. "Have you done with my bruises?"

"Not yet. Don't move." Rufus continued to rub my leg. His movements were not as calm as before. It looked like he felt uneasy too.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My face was so hot; his presence seemed to ignite sparks of desire within me.

Rufus and I both fell silent. The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably strange.

He rubbed the ointment on my bruises and bandaged it again. Then, I hurriedly sprang to my feet. "Let's practice dancing. I don't have much time."

Rufus compromised and stood up. "But you can't exert pressure on your

I had to practice

exerting pressure on

mind sitting in a wheelchair. But it might be hard for you because you are so tall. You can't keep squatting to face me," I murmured. "There is no wheelchair," Rufus said

days." I frowned. "Why don't you find me a wheelchair? I

he lifted me up and made me stand on

guard and grabbed his sleeves. "I... my soles are

Rufus interrupted me and stepped

draped my right hand around his neck. His manly scent filled my nose. My body stiffened,

me and feel the moves. Relax and

me how to dance. Every time he spoke, his hot breath brushed against my temple,

Rufus' POV:

my chest through my shirt, making me feel hot and my tummy flutter. Her

took her around and found her face was a little red. Her jaw was tense, and her eyes

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