"It's getting late." Summer Ford was utterly speechless at his words, placed the document in his hand with a snap, and turned to the bathroom to wash up.
"Forgot what was said before?" As she just reached the sink, Ethan Laurent's voice suddenly drifted over from outside.
Summer slightly froze, her hand holding the toothbrush trembled for a moment, but she ignored it.
She lingered in the bathroom for quite a while. When she came out, Ethan had already gone to bed, and the lights in the room were off.
Summer tiptoed over, trying not to disturb him and simply lie down to sleep.
Just as the sheet was lifted, in the darkness, Ethan's closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
His dark eyes, a haunting green, resembled a wolf prowling for food at night.
Summer was slightly stunned, only feeling a force around her waist, and before she could react, her body was already being pressed beneath his.
Their faces were inches apart.
