"What are you doing?" Summer Ford felt ticklish and shrank a little in his arms.
Ethan Laurent ignored her, exploring her body for a while. He finally lifted his face and said something that made Summer's face turn instantly crimson.
With a slight tilt of his lips, he said, "Don't you always like to carry that thing on you?"
He was referring to the condom, teasing her about how he had seen her carrying it the first time they met at the bar.
Summer's face was as red as a ripe fruit, filled with embarrassment.
"That was an accident!" That time she had it because someone else had slipped it to her!
"Oh?" Ethan Laurent looked at her leisurely, drawing out the "oh" sound a bit longer.
"I don't have that habit, let's just go back!" Summer pushed him away and returned to the passenger seat.
Her movements weren't very agile, mainly due to the alcohol, and she almost slipped off the seat while climbing back.
