Summer Ford was just staring at him, and her mind blanked for a few seconds, her hands and feet pulled back in a fluster.
She didn't know what she had done to him last night and, fearing he might misunderstand upon waking, she lifted the covers, wanting to get up before him. Ethan Laurent's closed eyes suddenly opened as she made a move.
His thin lips parted, and then he lazily said, "Leaving just like that?"
Summer was taken aback, what kind of tone was that?
It sounded as if she had done something to him last night.
Her face froze for a few seconds, she turned her head and casually greeted him, "You're awake."
Ethan watched her impassively, his gaze deliberately lingering on her hand for a few seconds.
Her hand had been resting on his chest all night long, and Ethan hadn't ignored the sensation it gave him the whole night. It was soft and delicate, clearly placed on his chest, yet it seemed to be scratching at his heart, making it itch.
