Now that she had opened her heart to him, she felt her heart beating in her chest for different reasons compared to the time in the past. Calhoun's hands reached for her shoes, unbuckling them one after another before he dropped them on the ground. His eyes were on what he was doing. The smile on his face had disappeared, and his unkempt hair turned his attractive face much more handsome than before.
When his eyes snapped up to look at her, it made her feel as if she was caught doing something she was not supposed to do, it reminded her of something that happened in the past. The time when it was just him and her in the quiet corridor, away from people and with just the faint music from the ballroom echoing through the halls and reverberating against the walls.