*Lena*
I had spent the past five years running, so much so that I had become extremely good at it. I’d spent most of the night trying to blend into the crowd, but for some reason, the moment I saw him dancing with Daisy, I couldn’t help but drift toward him.
I didn’t know why I did that. I just did. I wanted him to notice me, to see me. Only me. But watching him dance with her in that sinful red dress pulled at every primal instinct within me. I regretted my actions soon enough. I’d only meant to hover, just close enough to ensure they weren’t falling in love. I failed to factor in the fact that Eason wasn’t the best of dancers.
Sprawled on the floor amidst the shattered crystal and spilled champagne, I found myself drowning in his gaze. His warm brown eyes were wide with surprise as we
