"Then let's start with something."
As Joel Russo's voice fell, he flipped over and pinned Arabella Vanderbilt beneath him.
Arabella's vision flickered, and when she refocused, she found herself staring into Joel Russo's deep, dark eyes.
In those black pupils, all she could see was her own reflection.
Her eyes trembled slightly, her heart immediately lost its rhythm, and her chest rose and fell irregulary with her chaotic breathing.
Joel Russo's hand caressed her smooth and fine jawline, his cool fingertips brushing her soft lips, as his husky and emotional voice whispered.
"You said, shall we do something?" he asked her.
A hint of confusion flickered through her beautiful eyes, and Arabella tried to remain composed, looking at him from up close.
In an instant, the words that Grandma had said to her earlier that day flashed through her mind.
