THIS IS TOO MUCH ZACH

As Audrey and Zach descended the stairs, they walked outside toward the black Prado parked in the driveway. The cool evening air filled with a hint of jasmine wrapped around them like a soft embrace. When they reached the car, Zach swiftly moved ahead, opening the door opposite the driver's seat with a flourish. “Come in, my lady,” he said, his voice rich with charm.

Audrey's lips curled into a smile as she slid into the seat, feeling a flutter in her chest. Zach circled around the car, his movements quick and purposeful, before settling into the driver’s seat. He turned the key, the engine roaring to life, and they smoothly pulled away from the curb. As they drove, Zach's gaze drifted over to her, lingering a bit longer than usual.

“What is it? Why are you staring at me?” Audrey asked, catching his intense gaze.

“Hmm, you're not wearing your seatbelt,” he replied, his tone casual, though a sly smile played at the corner of his lips. He hid the real reason he had been watching her—cap