Sophia’s POV
I shudder in shock, watching him light the cigar with a soft click. I’ve never been this close to a man doing something so… intimate.
But he’s going to touch me? Where?
He brings the cigar to his lips, eyes fixed on me. The ember glows. He leans back, exhaling a slow cloud that curls like mist around us. It mixes with his cologne, and I nearly sway from the scent.
I’m unable to peel my gaze off his dangerously dark eyes.
He takes out the cigar and smokes in my face: “You go first… I’ll go second.”
Go first? I’m going to… touch him?
My head feels dizzy.
“I’m going to smoke through it, so satisfy your curiosity,” he adds before putting the cigar back in his mouth. He claps, and the lights go out. Total darkness folds around us, velvety and charged with everything wrong.
