Anastasia’s POV
After we ate, he asked for my hand to dance. I felt his hands on my waist while mine was on his shoulder, he was staring at me intently.
“You’re so beautiful tonight, Ana.” He whispered and smiled at me. I can see sparkles in his eyes. What did I do to deserve such a perfect guy like him?
“Please don’t stare at me like that.”I shot back. I couldn’t handle those stares. I might melt in an instant.
“Why not? I love staring at you.” He grunted, not planning to remove his gaze at me.
This is freaking awkward for me. I can feel my cheeks blushing.
“Ana.”
He called my name.
“Hmm.” I whimpered. I couldn’t look at him. I look at those calming waves and appreciate the warm breeze it brings to us, while my heart continuously palpitates in its unusual way.
“Look at me.” He
