Through the mirror, his eyes met hers, but she didn't notice the way those blue eyes narrowed at her.
Maxwell let his gaze trace her face, searching for any sign of fear. Instead, he was met with thick dark lashes and tense, unblinking eyes that dared anything to come closer. Then his gaze dropped to her heart-shaped lips, that smirked, puffed, then bitten softly between her teeth, all in a fleeting moment.
He watched as her small hands fussed with her skirt, lifting it slightly like it made her uncomfortable. Still, she stepped further in, barely glancing at him. She was so small, he couldn't help but wonder how a creature like her could carry such defiance.
Then their eyes locked in the mirror.
And there was no retreat. No hesitation. Just that silent pull. His gaze held hers, and it was almost as if he could feel the frantic pounding in her chest. But she quickly looked away.
He squinted his eyes, catching the subtle tremble in her fingers.
