Chapter 43 A Dance Of Denial

• Edwin's steps were measured and deliberate as he made his way across the dimly lit bar. Lance's despondent expression morphed into a knowing smirk as he watched Edwin approach. His gray eyes traced every line of Edwin's alluring figure, drinking in the sight of the man he had fallen for. The overall effect was magnetic, and Lance found himself captivated by the way Edwin moved with such easy grace.
• Edwin was painfully aware of Lance's gaze, and he cursed internally at the flush he could feel creeping up his face. Lance, utterly mesmerized by the way the bar's soft lighting played across Edwin's features, highlighting his chiseled jawline and the flecks of gold in his emerald eyes, couldn't bring himself to look away as the smirk on his face widened. In that moment, he felt the love in his heart increasing tremendously.
• As Edwin settled onto the barstool next to Lance, he couldn't help but notice how handsome Lance looked in his casual attire. Lance wore a soft, navy blue henley that clung to his muscular frame, paired with dark jeans that fit him perfectly. A leather jacket was draped over the back of his chair, adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance. Edwin's eyes lingered for a moment on Lance's strong hands wrapped around his glass, and he immediately chastised himself for the observation.