A gentle kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the water, he pressed her head down and kissed her.
Summer Ford's body stiffened, she raised her hand wanting to push him away, but Ethan Laurent held her hand and then pulled back himself.
His long legs moved slightly, as if nothing happened, he withdrew his gaze and adjusted the thin blanket covering them, continuing with his sleep.
He seemed to be addicted to resting his head on her pillow, showing no intention of moving away, lying flat and really falling asleep.
The airplane journey was still long, Summer Ford felt bored, stared at the window absent-mindedly for a while, then found a marker and started drawing on the glass.
She drew slowly to pass the time, but she drew meticulously.
First, she drew a little cat, then a bustling street with a background in the rain.
The little cat was on the street, there were no pedestrians, just this one cat.
