With both arms, he drew her into his embrace from behind, resting his chin on her slender shoulder. Unlike usual, he didn't dive straight into things once in bed.
Tonight, he was very quiet, neither disorderly nor making a sound.
He seemed silently contemplating something, and just as Summer Ford was about to fall asleep, his low, magnetic voice slowly resonated, "Have you heard of another saying? If one person resides in another's heart, when that person turns away and disappears, the heart feels incomplete. How could the other person not feel it?"
His pace was slow, his voice clear and pure like the early snow melting under sunlight, so pleasant that Summer Ford's mind felt a little dizzy.
Her back faced him, and her body visibly tensed. Her drowsy mind, nearing sleep, became significantly clearer.
Ethan Laurent turned her head, and with only a slight turn of his own face, his lips easily covered hers.
