His actions were very direct; he casually closed the window without feeling the slightest bit awkward.
Summer Ford, on the other hand, was extremely embarrassed.
What did she do tonight to make him act this way as soon as he arrived?
Doing such a thing on the street was very embarrassing, yet somehow exciting.
Perhaps it was too dark inside and outside the car, or maybe his passion was infectious, but Summer Ford unexpectedly refrained from protesting...
Under the dark night sky, the white Lamborghini was parked on the roadside for a long, long time.
By the time things calmed down, it was nearly dawn.
Inside the small car, the lingering romantic atmosphere hadn't dissipated.
The air was still thick with the chaos that ensued.
The atmosphere was as heated as a small spark, ready to ignite again at any touch.
Summer Ford leaned against the passenger seat, draped in Ethan Laurent's coat, her face still flushed.
