Ethan Laurent came out a few minutes later.
The lights in the room were already off, with only a faint light from the bathroom casting a glow.
Summer Ford had no intention of sleeping at all tonight.
Her stiff gaze turned sideways, and she watched him silently and intently.
Ethan Laurent was drying his hair.
All his movements were deliberately light; as he moved around the room, he didn't disturb her, probably thinking she was already asleep.
He quickly dried his hair, then locked the bathroom door, and blew it dry before coming out again.
Summer moved slightly towards the inner side of the bed, turning her back to him, pretending to be asleep.
One end of the bed sank in, the sheet was lifted, and Ethan Laurent's presence enveloped her.
She knew he had gotten into bed.
His movements were so natural, as if the two were already an old married couple.
He had a pleasant smell, just like more than a year ago.
