Realizing the problem, Summer Ford's face heated up, and her hand suddenly froze.
Ethan Laurent glanced at her indifferently with the corner of his eye, his cool voice uttering two words, "Continue."
"It's almost done," Summer Ford said awkwardly, wanting to turn on the showerhead quickly to rinse the foam off him, eager to finish and leave. Her hand hadn't left his shoulder yet, when Ethan Laurent grabbed her wrist and slightly pulled, causing her to fall forward into his embrace.
His gaze swept across her face at a slow pace. He looked at the faint blush on her fair skin, and his lips descended towards hers.
"Don't do this!" Summer Ford was startled, reflexively trying to push him away, but his hand held her waist firmly, lifting her up entirely.
He was very tall, and the height difference between them was significant, making this action easy for him.
