His movements were slow, as if playing with the most delicate toy, his fingertips gliding over her hair, the pads of his fingers, perhaps deliberately, brushing several times over the hollow of Summer Ford's neck.
His hand was slightly cool, like the temperature of mountain spring water, and as it grazed her skin, it triggered a small electric current. The hollow of Summer Ford's neck was sensitive, and the thin skin flushed faintly red.
Ethan Laurent observed her reactions calmly, still toying with her long hair, his movements seemingly even slower, especially as the pads of his fingers brushed the skin at the side of her neck.
Summer Ford's breathing became somewhat erratic, her chest rising and falling in a low, irregular rhythm.
Ethan Laurent's lips curved into a faint, almost indiscernible smile, seemingly pleased with her reaction.
This girl, so sensitive...
