His hunger, and the hunger Summer Sutton talked about, were definitely not the same thing.
Summer Sutton's palm felt like it was burning, and she slapped his shoulder lightly, awkwardly withdrawing her hand.
"I meant the stomach! The stomach!" She purposely emphasized, and her gaze shifted away unnaturally.
"Oh." Adrian Walyon drew out his response, his hand propped by her head, still not intending to release her, "Well, I meant the same thing."
Summer Sutton stared blankly for a few seconds and clumsily buttoned up his shirt.
"If you're hungry, let's go eat! Don't just stay in the room!" A bit afraid to be alone with him in a room, Summer Sutton opened the door and walked out ahead of him.
After walking a few steps, she stepped back and looked at him, "Let's go to the sky restaurant we visited last time tonight! I want to see the snow scene!"
Her requests, whether it was just going out for a meal or anything else, Adrian Walyon never refused her.
