Zane opened the passenger seat for Lana and held out his hand for her, mimicking the gentlemen in those old black and white films. Lana laughed as she played along with his silliness. Their fingers touched and Lana was certain that she felt a mild static shock. Zane’s fingers were firm to touch and in a swift movement, she felt his thumb brush over her fingers tenderly.
The moment she got into his car, she could feel his touch lingering over her hand. But soon she was overwhelmed by the distinct smell of his cologne. There was a strange tranquillity that came over Lana every time she smelt it and she often wondered why it had such an effect over her. But those thoughts were quickly replaced by why Zane was even her in the first place.
She quickly scanned the messages he sent her e
