Summer Thorne was tracing his Adam's apple with her lips, slowly kissing her way up to his chin.
But Timothy York stopped her kiss.
She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.
But what confused her even more was the sensation from the pads of Timothy York's fingers.
She couldn't help but lift her hand, her fingers gently caressing his.
Timothy York's eyes darkened, and he quickly pulled his hand away.
But Summer Thorne had felt it clearly.
That hand had once traced every inch of her body; she knew exactly what it should feel like.
But now, the pads of his fingers felt much rougher than before.
If he weren't standing right in front of her, Summer Thorne probably wouldn't believe it was his hand.
She wanted to check again, but Timothy York simply looked down at her and said, "I have to go out again."
With that, he turned and walked toward the walk-in closet.
