Smoking Hearts

Scarlett's POV:

What made up heaven or rather, what was heaven? Because now I think I had found mine. Heaven wasn't complete without that one person your heart ached for but fortunately for me, I think I have that person... that person who doesn't fail to put a smile on my face, that person who doesn't fail to warm my heart, who doesn't make me feel inferior... that person was him. Jones!

The food set before us was rich and appetizing in nature, expensive too. It could make anyone crave it a million times but somehow, I couldn't bring myself to eat a piece from the food even though my stomach growled in hunger, I just couldn't.

Jones, however, returned to the table with glass cups and a bottle of wine. He sat beside me and filled the cups with it, handing one over to me. I reluctantly collected it, my gaze falling at the reddish content, one that held a sweet smell, like grapes.

" I thought you wouldn't drink alcoholic wine so I got us a fruit wine instead,"

He was right. I don't drin