Summer Ford seemed unaware, still quietly asleep, her gentle breaths softly spilling out, aimed right at his abdomen.
Ethan Laurent gently nudged her.
His movements were so light that Summer probably didn't notice, still sound asleep.
Ethan, a bit annoyed, tugged at his clothes and adjusted her face a bit.
The temperature in the car was a bit cool, and Summer seemed cold. After a while, her head leaned back over.
Ethan didn't really mind her actions; it was just that she was asleep, and he was awake, making this slow torment rather unpleasant.
With a frown, he closed the windows and the convertible roof, then wrapped a scarf around her neck.
His movements were already very gentle, but somehow Summer woke up.
She opened her eyes and first looked at the spot where her face was buried into him. Her expression was quite embarrassed, her cheeks even a little flushed.
However, it was too dark in the car to easily notice.
