"I'll break down your walls one by one and sneak into the gates of your icy heart before crushing it into tiny pieces." He murmurs mercilessly as his lips lightly brush my ear, the contact eliciting an indescribable sensation through every inch of m...
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We meet halfway in the lobby an hour later.
Ludovic's expression is unreadable once his probing stare meets mine.
Feeling somewhat exposed under his gaze, I shift my focus to nowhere in particular.
After conversing with many guests from the gala, to say I'm exhausted would be the understatement of the year.
And it doesn't help my feet plead for an escape from the uncomfortable heels I chose to wear.
"You look worn out," Ludovic remarks as he takes approaching steps towards me.
Swinging my unrelenting stare to him, I say, "Not that I've been on my feet all day or anything. . ."
Screw it.
Unable to bear the sharp pain in my feet, I remove my heels.
I release the breath I didn't know I was holding once my toes get accustomed to the comfortable carpeted floor.
Giving awards to girls for wearing uncomfortable heels should definitely become a thing.
Smugness clouds Ludovic's face, "I don't think I've ever seen a girl remove her heels at an event before."
"Consider today your lucky day," I state blankly.
He grins before he pivots.
I blink owlishly as he lowers his frame with his back facing me.
Before I can question what in the world he's doing, he beats me to it.
"Hop on."
Ignoring the uncontrollable and loud thumps emitting from my chest, I fold my arms.
"I don't recall mentioning my legs were dysfunctional," I comment flatly which causes him to laugh.
I ensure to wipe off the closed smile on my face by the time he turns around.
"God, you're something else, Anaya," he gives a hearty chuckle as he inches his head closer to mine, "Are you capable of anything other than frowning and lacking emotion?"
My blank face clashes with his challenging gaze.
The lack of space between us prevents me from thinking straight.
"The more you frown, the more likely you are to develop forehead wrinkles," he claims in a matter-of-fact tone, "so smile often."
I feign interest, "I'll be sure to take advice from the same guy who frowns whenever he's working."
