Zane Thorne pressed the milk against Natalie Vaughn's face, and she was so startled by the cold that she leaned back sharply, almost falling into the arms of the man hitting on her. Zane's eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly reached out, wrapping his arm around Natalie's waist to pull her into his embrace.
"Isn't there a warm option?"
She was wearing thin clothes and standing in the wind for quite a while, eagerly hoping for something warm to drink to heat up her body.
Zane also felt the chill from Natalie's hands and furrowed his brow.
"Then don't drink it."
As he spoke, he was about to throw the milk into the trash, but Natalie swiftly took it away.
"But I'm thirsty, I'll make do."
Hearing this, Zane raised an eyebrow and teased.
"Is the Vaughn family's young lady also willing to make do?"
Natalie's motion of inserting the straw paused slightly. After taking a big sip to moisten her lips, she looked up at Zane.
