Cordelia's eyes widened, a mixture of disappointment and longing flooding her gaze. "That's it?" she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "You're leaving already?"
Louis stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. "Did you want me to stay?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Cordelia felt her cheeks flush, her heart racing in her chest. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with unspoken desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable.
"We should rehearse… our wedding kiss…" Cordelia herself didn't understand where she got the guts to speak those words to him.
She thought he would mock her but his eyes meeting hers held no playfulness. Instead…
