Lawrence's face was very close. Miranda could even smell a faint hint of citrus and woody cologne from him.
Miranda nervously clutched her dress, trying to appear calm as she met his gaze and denied, "What am I afraid of?"
"You're avoiding me." Lawrence's sharp eyes scrutinized her, revealing her facade.
"I'm not!" Miranda denied it again.
Lawrence reached out and grasped her chin, tilting it upwards. Miranda raised her hand to grip his wrist, stopping him from further action.
"Mr. Dawson, I am Andrew's girlfriend!"
The distance between them was too close. They could each feel the other's breath. This was not an appropriate social distance for normal interactions between men and women.
Lawrence raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
Miranda furrowed her brow and demanded firmly, "Please let
