Breath catching, Evelyn raised her eyes to look at Caden Lockwood. His handsome, graceful face was like a beautiful painting, making it hard to look away.
His long fingers with distinct joints commandingly opened her fist, interlocking their fingers. Their warm palms touched tightly, emanating a deep warmth.
Her heart trembled, those precious, jewel-like eyes reflected two small images of him.
He was so focused, so composed, that he seemed to handle everything with a proud nonchalance.
She envied his arrogance, wished she could be like him.
That fearless detachment, that aura where even a casual glance outshone the other, she coveted greatly.
"Let's start slowly, follow my steps. I step back with the left foot, you step forward with the right foot, take it easy, don't panic." His tone was gentle, soothing.
She nodded, her heart tight in her throat, pounding furiously, "thump, thump."
Mind blank, his simple words seemed like a formula to her.
