Through the smoke, Natalie Vaughn gazed deeply into Zane Thorne's eyes. She couldn't tell if it was the smoke or Zane himself; she could never quite grasp what was hidden in those eyes.
The car window was wide open, and the wind blew in, carrying the smell of smoke.
Natalie couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. Without the balance of Zane's scent, the smoke was a bit overwhelming for her, but perhaps because of her affection for him, she could tolerate it.
Zane scoffed, took a big drag, swirled it in his lungs, and then, looking at Natalie, finally turned his head to exhale out the window.
He didn't take Natalie's words seriously; right now, what he truly wanted was a cigarette.
So, the two of them sat in the car, with the man smoking one cigarette after another, and Natalie watching him. Her gaze was as fiery as it had been during their arranged meeting from the school to the restaurant.
Zane took one last puff and asked.
