Kevin Cliff snatched the cigarette from her mouth and crushed it under his foot, then seized her hands, carefully running his fingers over each one. Only after confirming there were no calluses from smoking did he look up at her, "Do you realize what you just looked like?"
"Like what? Isn't it perfectly normal?" Charlotte Green smirked.
"Like a prostitute!" Kevin Cliff bellowed.
In the four years he wasn't around, what had she turned herself into? Smoking, drinking, laughing it up with men, more than able to play any scene!
"To sell? Is that necessary? If we must put it that way, I would only ever be on the buying side!" Charlotte Green pulled out another cigarette box, which hadn't reached her lips before Kevin knocked it out of her hand, sending even the expensive box flying.
"Is that how you degrade yourself?!" All of Kevin's calm shattered the moment he saw her teasing smile as she held the cigarette between her lips.
