Summer Ford hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.
Ethan Laurent looked at her leisurely, raising an eyebrow.
"Those were your words," he said, pushing her back against the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt for her, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His gaze was locked on the road ahead as he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, making the white sports car roar with a sudden surge of speed.
Speeding all the way, he turned the car around and drove towards a beach near home, where he suddenly came to a stop.
Summer Ford leaned crookedly against the nearby car window, seeming half asleep.
"Come here!" Ethan Laurent turned his face toward her, glanced at her profile, and called to her.
Summer Ford ignored him, clutching a small pillow with her eyes shut, it was unclear whether she was asleep or not.
Ethan Laurent unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her over to him.
