MYRA'S POV

"Look at me", he said as he caught my wrist. My heart started to thrumming again threatening me to burst out .  His hand moved to my shoulder slowly, shiver ran beneath my skin, but I kept my face still, my eyes down, refusing to meet his. He turned me toward him with a touch that was too gentle. My chest rose and fell faster, my heartbeat is loud, I was afraid he could hear it. If I looked into his eyes, I would lose the last piece of control I was holding onto, so I stared at the floor.