The kiss made Summer Thorne's toes curl uncontrollably.
In an instant, her hazy gaze cleared, and she stared fixedly at the man kissing her ankle.
Timothy York's eyes were lowered quietly. In that moment, it was as if the world had melted away, and he was holding the most precious thing in existence, placing a reverent kiss upon it.
After a moment of tension, Summer Thorne slowly relaxed.
She remained lying there in a languid pose, quietly watching Timothy York.
A long while later, Timothy York finally lifted his gaze to meet hers.
Only then did Summer Thorne pull her foot back. With a soft hum, she rolled over to go back to sleep.
With someone like him in the room, it was naturally impossible to fall asleep so easily. Summer Thorne was only feigning sleep.
The mattress beside her dipped, and Timothy York's arm reached out to pull her close.
Summer Thorne turned back to face him, opening her eyes to look at the man before her.
Their eyes met in silence.
