"I don’t smell any alcohol," Nora muttered skeptically.

Samuel leaned in closer, his flawless face stopping just a breath away from hers.

Nora’s nerves tightened like a coiled spring. Her pupils dilated as she stared at his face, so close she could see every detail—the sharp lines of his jaw, the subtle curve of his lips. Her heart pounded wildly, each beat echoing in her ears like a drum.

"How about now? Do you smell it?" Samuel’s voice was ...