Eden’s pov:
Waking up in my room, wearing the dress I had worn to the dance, I couldn’t contain the silly smile stretching my lips. Hunter truly was something else, and he was indeed a gentleman.
I remembered our dance at the restaurant, the way I felt in his arms, the way we moved in unison like a true couple ought to be. His hands had been respectful, and every gesture was mindful. His gaze, however, spoke of passion and affection… everything about that dance felt magical, and I hoped he knew that, and felt the same too.
But reality soon crashed into me with my phone’s alarm going off.
“Training, here I come,” I said to myself, sitting straighter in my bed, appreciating the linger smell of his cologne.
I took a quick shower, made myself presentable, and soon was trudging to the
