She raised her hand to push him, but Ethan Laurent's body just happened to turn toward her.
Summer Ford extended her hand, preparing to place it on his back, but it landed squarely on his chest.
Though Ethan Laurent was slim, he had chest muscles, firm and well-defined.
Summer Ford's hand was positioned right on his chest muscles.
Ethan Laurent lowered his gaze, glanced casually at her hand, and raised an eyebrow with a leisurely confidence.
Summer Ford felt a bit awkward, as if she had touched a hot potato, and quickly withdrew her hand.
"Go to the room!" she demanded again, turning her back to him.
"Haven't lived together before or slept together?" Ethan Laurent brushed off her words, casually tossing the towel in his hand onto the sofa, then headed to her bed.
His tall body leaned casually against the headboard, legs lazily crossed. He picked up a magazine from her bedside and started flipping through it, "It's late, go have a shower, I'll wait for you!"
