He threw off the sheets and got out of bed, opened the door, and walked straight out.
When he returned to the bedroom, Summer Ford had not yet woken up.
She actually always locked the bedroom door when she slept, but somehow, Ethan Laurent was never locked out.
She was still asleep, her long eyelashes gently covering her eyes, as quiet as a child.
Sunlight slanted quietly through the gaps in the curtains, scattering the jumping light and shadow across the room, making the bedroom tranquil and beautifully serene.
Ethan Laurent walked over slowly, stood beside her, and with a swish, he threw off her sheets, leaned down, his body pressing against hers, and without caring whether she was awake or not, raised his hand and started tearing at her clothes.
Standing at six feet two, with that kind of weight pressing down suddenly, even a person in deep sleep would be woken up by him, let alone Summer Ford, whose sleep was never deep.
