Ronan’s pov
I recalled when she stepped into the dining room, the way her scent suddenly filled up the air and it became the only thing I could inhale.
Her eyes locked on mine for a moment and I could feel the heat rising to my chest but I clutched the spoon in my hand to calm it down
Then that dress, the color, and the way the linen clung to her skin.
It made me wonder how it would feel if I had my hands brushing against it.
I had touched Nayla before but not in the way I wanted to now.
When she had sat down. I could see from the shawl, her skin.
Her exposed skin.
The feeling was new so I had a hard time suppressing it.
I was doing this because my uncle said so.
Because Uncle Stefan was wise he said it would be a good idea to get close to her and be aware of her motíves.
But it
