MINA
“Relax,” he muttered, his hand gripping my waist tighter.
My entire body jolted.
How was I supposed to relax when Elias Rue had his hand on my waist like he owned the right to touch me in the first place?
My breath hitched. I wanted to shove him away and walk so far from him that even rumors couldn’t catch up. However, pushing him now, in front of this many people, would only create more attention and eyes burning into my skin.
Elias knew that and used it to his advantage.
He guided me through the rhythm, infuriatingly confident. It was a huge contrast to my stiff limbs.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Why are you doing this?” I snapped back.
“Haven’t I answered your question already?” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under his breath
