Chapter 64

Clara's POV

My hand instinctively grabbed for his cheek, turning his head away. The only issue was that he was suddenly focusing only on me. His gaze was fixed on mine. Our touch sent a shockwave through my arm.

A chilly shudder ran down my spine. I was unable to attribute it to the wind this time.

Our gaze met, and for an instant, I lost consciousness of my breathing.

My rational part advised me to back off and that I should flee and get a cab home since these emotions would only make me lose my mind, but I disregarded it. We met eyes, and I stood there, knees weak, dreaming what it would be like to kiss him. I knew full well how close we were. I hope my heartbeat was too rapid for him to sense.

A crowd yelled, "Mr. Montenegro," and I heard them.

Derek and I both looked in the direction of the sounds.

Suddenly, many photographers appeared, all pointing their cameras directly at us.

I put my hand over my face. I had to keep them from seeing me.

Derek must have gotten the idea, too, f