Summer Ford didn't know whether Ethan Laurent slept that night.
She barely got any sleep all night, slipping in and out of slumber. When she awoke the next morning, she sensed that Ethan's chest, pressed against hers, seemed to be even warmer.
Summer's body stiffened as she turned away from him, catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, wishing to see how he was doing. As her body turned, her gaze inadvertently locked with his.
At some point, Ethan had awoken, his dark eyes fixed on hers. They appeared as an endless night, deep and unfathomable.
Seeing him like this made Summer freeze, her expression instantly stiffening.
Ethan's gaze slowly traveled over her face, pausing there briefly before moving down her body.
The slower his eyes traveled, the hotter Summer's face became.
Ethan scrutinized her intently several times over, then raised his gaze to her cherry blossom-like lips. Suddenly, his arm encircled her neck, drawing her closer.
