Summer Ford froze for a moment, feeling the warmth of the other person's touch on her wrist, her body stiffened, and the towel she was holding slipped from her face and fell to the floor.
She stared blankly at him appearing suddenly here, her expression a bit bewildered, "Why are you here?"
Ethan Laurent's gaze was fixed on her lips like cherry blossom petals, just staring like that, as his face unknowingly leaned in.
Summer Ford was startled, her head turned to the side, instinctively avoiding him.
The movement made the man beside her somewhat dissatisfied.
His gaze darkened as he forcefully turned her face straight.
He pressed his lips against hers and kissed hard, pulling her into his arms, intending to carry her horizontally to the bathroom. However, Summer Ford suddenly placed a hand between them.
Ethan Laurent raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on her face.
