Chapter 34

• He had smoked a cigarette earlier, and the faint trace of tobacco still lingered on his breath dry, warm, subtly intoxicating. Naomi could taste it in the air between them. Her face burned red as she looked at him, unable to stop her eyes from tracing the play of the streetlamp’s glow across his features.
• Through the car’s window, the light washed over Yul’s sculpted face, emphasizing the sharp cut of his jaw, the elegant bridge of his nose, the masculine definition of his cheekbones. In that moment, he looked unreal handsome in a way that made her heartbeat lose its rhythm.
• “Don’t do that… don’t tease me anymore.” Her voice trembled, the embarrassment of a moment ago still clinging to her. She had thought mistakenly, she’d hoped that he was going to kiss her. Remembering how foolish she must have looked made her want to bury her face somewhere and never come out.