"You got here so fast!" Ignoring the fact that he was driving, she rested her head on his shoulder and even extended her arms to wrap around him.
The action made Ethan Laurent pause slightly, his expression freezing for a few seconds.
Summer Ford seemed unaware that they were still in the car. She rubbed her head against his shoulder, probably finding it a bit uncomfortable, and snuggled further into his arms.
Her hands were around his neck, and as she leaned into his embrace, her face was directly buried in his chest.
A faint whiff of alcohol-laden breath spread out, warm and hot, clearly transmitted through the thin fabric to Ethan Laurent's skin, instantly heating up his body temperature until it felt scorching.
Ethan Laurent felt a bit agitated, not because he disliked her closeness, but being teased like this while driving was truly a bit unbearable.
What was actually agitated was his body, not his emotions.
"Sit properly!" He glanced at her lightly, reminding her.
