But after her gaze swept around and saw no one, she still didn't push him away.
Ethan Laurent was still kissing her, his lips pecking lightly at hers. He hadn't planned to go deeper.
But the moment he saw Summer Ford obediently leaning under him, all docile like she was letting him do whatever he wanted, he lost control for a second. The light pecks and gentle sucking suddenly changed tune, suddenly turning fierce.
Summer was kissed by him until her whole body went weak, her body clinging to his, both arms hooked around his neck.
She was probably afraid of falling, so she held him very tight.
Ethan accepted her strong arms circling him, kissing her recklessly…
In the tiny space, their messy breathing rose and fell…
Down the aisle leading to this bookshelf, a figure was walking this way at an unhurried pace.
The hazy afternoon sunlight cast a long silhouette behind him; even though the sunlight was warm, it couldn't melt the chill that clung to him.
