Ethan Laurent's gaze darkened.
Summer Ford seemed oblivious to his expression and continued trying to work the zipper.
As she pulled down, her hair apparently got caught, causing her to intake a sharp breath, her brow furrowing in pain.
A soft cry, devoid of any inflection.
But in the silent night, coupled with her naturally gentle voice, it sounded seductively soft and tingling to Ethan Laurent's ears.
Summer Ford still wrestled with the zipper, tilting her head in an attempt to free her hair, when a hand pushed hers away and untangled her hair for her.
He performed the action naturally, so Summer Ford didn't think much of it.
"Thank you," she whispered, wanting to pull her dress away from his grasp, but Ethan Laurent held onto the hidden zipper pull, refusing to let go.
Summer Ford froze for a moment, then turned her head, her gaze meeting his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
