A faint scent of wood and tobacco lingered in the air, brushing the tip of Samantha's nose. She had a sharp sense of smell—sharp enough to catch it even though Leonardo had tried to air it out.
"Did you smoke just now?"
Leonardo glanced down, then gently pinched her nose. "Is your nose that sensitive?"
"Did you smoke earlier?"
"Yeah." He couldn't deny it.
She grabbed the front of his shirt while concern flashed in her eyes. "Did something happen?"
After spending enough time with him, she had him figured out—Leonardo wasn't the type to smoke for fun. He only lit up when something really got to him, and he needed to steady himself.
Reaching out, he ruffled her hair like he was petting a puppy. "Don't worry. I've got it under control."
"Is it because of me?"
"No." The answer came quickly and firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
Instead, he cupped her cheeks, gently thumbing the softness of her skin. As her face was icy to the touch, he asked, "Are you cold?"
Samantha sniffled. "It's warm inside. I'll be fine in a minute."
However, even the short walk from the car to the restaurant had left her shivering.
Leonardo frowned. "Your hands and feet must be freezing. You really need to take better care of yourself."
"I'm fine," she mumbled.
He looked down at her and gave a warm smile. "It's okay. I'll help warm you up later tonight. Some extra... exercise should balance things out."
"No, you—" Samantha's face turned scarlet.
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