He straightened her face with his fingertips and asked in a low voice, "Do you like lawn weddings or church weddings?"
"Church!" Summer Ford answered without the slightest hesitation.
"What's that supposed to mean, the lawn?" Ethan Laurent pressed.
"Isn't a lawn easier to draw than a church?" Summer rolled her eyes at him.
Ethan's eye twitched; she choked him so hard he was speechless for quite a while.
Was that really it?
"Alright, it's late, go to sleep!" Summer gave him a push.
Ethan didn't make things too difficult; he turned on his side to lie flat next to her, quietly lost in thought.
Why is it that whenever he sees the background in her paintings, he always feels this strange sense of déjà vu?
On their first night at Evernight, Summer slept like a log.
Ethan, on the other hand, rarely suffered from insomnia.
