She reached out and held Trenton Smith's hand, and he gently pulled her into his arms.
Norris Moore snuggled against Trenton Smith's chest, his arm encircling her waist while his light cologne scent lingered in the night air.
"Having a great time, huh?"
Norris looked up at him and smiled: "Not bad."
Trenton's gaze fell on her slightly pursed lips, and then he lowered his head to give her a gentle kiss.
At the corner of Norris's lips remained the bitter taste of a cigarette.
"I didn't know you smoke?"
Norris chuckled lightly: "What do you know about me?"
The look in Trenton's eyes darkened slightly. Not far away, James Blythe walked over to greet Trenton: "President Smith, we're planning to hit a bar for some drinks. You and Sister Moore should come too?"
"No, thanks." Trenton smiled faintly, an elegant and refined look, "It's getting late, Norris and I should head back."
