Zack walked out of the lounge, cradling Nia in his arms as the night breeze hit them. Her soft snores seemed to echo louder in the quiet of the night. He gently placed her in the back seat of his sleek, black car, sliding in next to her. As soon as he sat down, Nia instinctively snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest, her wild curls tickling his neck. Her scent filled the car—a mix of vanilla and something uniquely hers that made his heart beat faster.
"Jesus!"
