"I've talked to her, Snow." Dorian's voice betrayed the sarcasm oozing over his words.
His heart pounded - steady, but was it faster than usual? I wasn't sure.
Taking a deep breath, I caught a whiff of his aftershave.
He smelled good. Clean. Appealing.
His blood sang me a sultry song.
My mouth watered.
I'll be fine, I told myself, covering my nose and mouth with my hand.
"You alright, Snow?" He glanced at me. His eyes full of concern.
"Sure. I rest my hand over my nose and mouth all the time," I mumbled, irritated.
Illumination dilated his eyes. He knew what I needed, what I wanted.
The way the muscles in his thighs and shoulders tensed told me as much.
My face heated and I looked away, out the window at the houses and trees zipping by.
"Snow, I told you if you ever neede
