Xavier's face was right in front of Rebecca's. She hadn't felt anything unusual while his eyes were closed. But when he abruptly opened them, she realized how close they were—close enough to see the fine texture of his skin.
The car's interior was small and confined. When Xavier spoke from below, his breath, hot and damp, ghosted across her face. For a moment, the temperature inside the car seemed to rise several degrees.
Rebecca averted her gaze, calmly straightening up as if nothing had happened. She started to fabricate a lie. "Nothing. Just thought you looked a little pale. You should wear some lipstick."
Xavier caught her wrist, lifting her hand into her line of sight. "Do you think this color suits me?"
"It suits you very well." Rebecca stared at the bright red lipstick, her e
