"Isn't it?" Ethan Laurent hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, pressing her wet body against his chest.
"Of course not!" Summer Ford calmly argued on her own behalf, turning her gaze to him, she glanced at his chest briefly, and with disdain, her slender white fingers slid over his chest, retorting, "Your chest is too hard, it's uncomfortable to lean against!"
Her hand moved extremely slowly, resembling a tease.
The places it passed seemed to ignite clusters of flames, causing Ethan Laurent's gaze to darken on the spot.
As if she didn't notice, she withdrew her hand, nonchalantly wiped her fingertips, and pushed him away before walking off.
Ethan Laurent seemed to want to pull her back, however, this time, Summer Ford learned from her last lesson. Before his hand touched her, she suddenly ducked and bolted past him.
She's always been quick to react, in everything she does, like a clever rabbit, disappearing in a flash.
