Ethan Laurent was particularly handsome today.
His handsomeness was of the cold, refined, and hormone-filled kind, not even a trace of effeminacy, a heroic aura that took one's breath away.
Most of the clothes Ethan was wearing now were handpicked by her, all a reflection of her taste, and today's outfit was no exception.
The things she chose for him always seemed to fit so perfectly, as if she had known him for many years.
Summer Ford tugged at the ends of his collar, undoing a few buttons, her face suddenly lifting.
With a slight tug at her lips, she suddenly demanded, "Ethan, I want you to promise me that from now on, you'll only wear the clothes I prepare for you!"
"Alright!" Ethan agreed readily.
At that moment, he did not even consider what would happen if she was not around for a few months or years.
With a smile at the corner of her lips, Summer leaned her head towards his chest.
