Ethan Quinn's breathing grew slightly ragged with the movements of the dance.
The sound of his breathing lingered in her ears, and the crisp scent of cedarwood filled her nose. Amelia Lockhart suddenly felt the April air turn scorching hot.
"Open your eyes."
The low, slightly hoarse voice entered her ears, sending a tingly, numbing sensation through her. Amelia Lockhart felt like half her body had gone soft.
The moment she opened her eyes, she met a pair of bewitching ones. That single glance was soul-stealing, utterly captivating.
His long hair swayed, and a single bead of sweat happened to trickle down his forehead, its scent of male pheromones seeming to envelop her in an instant.
Amelia Lockhart was lost in a daze for a moment. It wasn't until thunderous applause erupted around her that she realized the dance was over.
"So handsome! For a second, I totally forgot Ethan Quinn was wearing women's clothes!" Iris Yates said, deliberately touching her nose.
