The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)
Chapter 81 An Unexpected Kiss

Sylvia's POV:

The intimacy between us overwhelmed me as we stared into each other's eyes.

Rufus eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, seemed to mesmerize me. The grayish blue irises felt like the vast ocean, and I was the lonely boat floating with the current.

Finally, I withdrew my gaze and lowered my head, feigning a cough. "Have you done with my bruises?"

"Not yet. Don't move." Rufus continued to rub my leg. His movements were not as calm as before. It looked like he felt uneasy too.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My face was so hot; his presence seemed to ignite sparks of desire within me.

Rufus and I both fell silent. The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably strange.

He rubbed the ointment on my bruises and bandaged it again. Then, I hurriedly sprang to my feet. "Let's practice dancing. I don't have much time."

"We can continue." Rufus compromised and stood up. "But you can't exert pressure on your leg again."

"Then, what do we do?" I was confused. I had to practice dancing but didn't know how to do that

without exerting pressure on my legs.

"Should I take a wheelchair? Well, in fact, I don't mind sitting in a wheelchair. But it might be hard for you because you are so tall. You can't keep squatting to face me," I murmured. "There is no wheelchair," Rufus said coldly.

"Then what should we do? The ball is in three days." I frowned. "Why don't you find me a wheelchair? I think it's a good idea."

Rufus didn't say anything. All of a sudden, he lifted me up and made me stand on his expensive leather shoes.

I was caught off guard and grabbed his sleeves. "I... my soles are dirty..."

"Don't move," Rufus interrupted me and stepped forward.

I lost my balance and subconsciously draped my right hand around his neck. His manly scent filled my nose. My body stiffened, and I didn't dare to move.

Rufus took my left hand. "That's it. Follow me and feel the moves. Relax and immerse yourself in the dance steps."

He swayed his body and taught me how to dance. Every time he spoke, his hot breath brushed against my temple, making me quiver.

Rufus' POV:

The posture brought me intimate to Sylvia. Her breaths sprayed on my chest through my shirt, making me feel hot and my tummy flutter. Her silky strands brushed against my hand.

I swallowed as I began to feel restless. I took her around and found her face was a little red. Her jaw was tense, and her eyes looked serious. I didn't know what she was thinking. "Practice hard. Don't be absentminded," I reminded her.

Her face reddened with embarrassment. She looked up at me, and her burning gaze met mine. "How do you know the female moves well?"

I arched an eyebrow and looked at her. The way she questioned me made me happy. "I learned after observing the moves once."

"It looks like you dance a lot with the noble ladies." Sylvia pursed her lips and lowered her head. I couldn't help but wonder if she was being possessive already.

Excitement bubbled up in my heart. "Are you jealous?" I leaned in a little and teased.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Sylvia raised her head abruptly. The next moment, her lips pressed against mine.

My eyes widened. It felt as if time had stopped still.

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