Timothy York gave her no reaction.
This was, without a doubt, a rare occurrence.
If she had been half-convinced before, now Summer Thorne was finally certain—
'He's definitely doing this on purpose.'
'And what other reason could there be for him to treat her like this, other than jealousy?'
At this thought, Summer Thorne didn't stop. After kissing the corner of his mouth, she trailed kisses down to his chin, then his Adam's apple, his chest…
It was a long time before the man finally reacted.
By the time Timothy York reached out and pulled Summer Thorne from under the covers, she was already sweating, her lips and tongue nearly numb.
With the covers thrown off, Summer Thorne greedily gasped for air as she looked down at the man beneath her.
Timothy York was looking back at her, not saying a word.
Their eyes met. Neither could see the other's face clearly, but they held each other's gaze in the darkness for a long time.
Until Summer Thorne couldn't help but mutter, "Petty."
