(Author's POV)
Elio's casual praise was enough to light a fire inside Lana Swiss's heart. Her sable brown eyes gleamed at his remark.
She could feel his light but refreshing cologne wafting near her nostrils. Her mind was getting fuzzy. Too much for happening for her to process. She was drooling over him in her thoughts, 'HE PRAISED ME? Me .... And how can such a perfect person exit? I know he is not an ordinary person but a werewolf but gosh …... he is heavenly. Even the scent he is emitting is delectable.'
"Lana, you can let go of me now," Elio spoke but Lana was having pretty romantic and vulgar thoughts blooming inside her mind. She was completely out of the zone. As if his scent was entrapping him. Her face was now tomato red as she was cooking some indescribable things in her mind.
Elio frowned and looked at Lana and asked, "Lana .... Lana?" When he noticed her reddened face, he asked, "Are you alright?" He pulled his hand a bit forcefully from her grip.
