Blanche's POV
The car window cracked open halfway, letting cool air drift inside. Mixed with the alcohol buzzing through my system, it made my head feel light and dizzy.
I realized that overthinking Zain's words was pointless—just empty promises. Better to stop torturing myself. I settled back against the seat, shut my eyes, and faked sleep.
The beer hit harder than expected, making me grimace and cough softly.
Zain must have heard because he shot me a quick look.
When he saw I wasn't feeling great, he quietly raised the window.
The sound made me crack my eyes open. In the glass reflection, I caught sight of his face. He was concentrating on the road, his profile sharp and controlled—exactly the way I'd always found irresistible.
Even now, looking at him sent my pulse racing, though something had shifted.
At a red light, Zain glanced over again. I was turned sideways, and the cold had left pink marks on my exposed arm.
