Timothy York's body was rigid.
A rigidity Summer Thorne had never felt before.
He didn't even respond when she hugged him.
Summer Thorne couldn't help but slowly raise her head to look at the man before her—so familiar, yet so strange.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
Timothy York didn't answer.
He reached out, cupped the back of her head, and lowered his to kiss her.
In an instant, Summer Thorne's eyes welled up.
It was less a kiss and more... a devouring.
The moment their lips collided, Timothy York bit down hard on hers.
Then, he focused on the spot he'd bitten, grinding against it, tormenting her with sucking kisses.
The pain was becoming unbearable. Summer Thorne tried to push him away, but her struggles only earned her a more forceful assault from Timothy York.
'He really was different tonight.'
