Adrian Walyon had heard Summer Sutton's off-key, screeching singing, but he had never seen her dance.
Sitting beside her, he quietly watched her on the dance floor.
Summer Sutton danced casually, moving however she felt like with the music.
Her figure was slender, her waist so thin that it seemed like it could snap, and there was an indescribable sensuality in her movements that ignited a fiery heat in Adrian's lower abdomen.
Adrian watched her quietly, feeling a bit restless in his seat.
It was as if Summer sensed his gaze; she turned her head slightly and let her eyes drift in his direction.
Across the crowd, she curved her lips and smiled at him.
It was actually just a casual glance, but seeing her with black hair and red lips, like a poppy in full bloom in the center of the dance floor, Adrian felt that she was particularly enchanting tonight.
