On the way back, Summer Sutton sat in the car, turning her head, staring at Adrian Walyon.
Thinking of what he just said, Summer felt a warm sensation inside.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Adrian asked while driving.
Summer thought for a moment and said, "Let’s eat at home, I’ll cook for you!"
Adrian was a bit surprised, staring at her for a few seconds, he lightly curled his lips, "Okay."
The car continued moving forward, taking them back to their little home together.
As soon as Summer got home, she went into the kitchen.
She used to live alone and wasn’t particular about food, just solving meals casually was fine.
Tonight’s dinner, she prepared with some effort.
She made French cuisine, something she had never done before, learning as she followed the recipe book, it took three hours to complete the dinner.
Adrian inexplicably felt that tonight’s dinner had a sense of ceremony.
He was a bit dazed, not quite understanding why she was so attentive today.
"If you want French cuisine, why not go out to eat? It’s so troublesome to make it yourself." Pulling out a chair, Adrian sat down.
If it were a usual day, Summer would have replied with something like, don’t pretend to be humble after taking advantage.
But today, she didn’t bicker with him.
Summer poured a glass of wine, handed it to him, and sat down next to him, she only tasted a couple of bites of the food she made, and suddenly poured herself a glass of wine.
The sudden boldness left Adrian stunned again.
Summer ignored his gaze, poured herself another glass, and also poured a glass for him.
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"So, what’s the purpose of this dinner?" Assuming she had something she needed his help with, Adrian put down his knife and fork, ready to quietly listen to what she had to say.
Summer turned her head, quietly staring at him for a moment, and amidst Adrian’s astonishment, she suddenly leaned her face towards him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Summer reached up, pulled down his face, and gently kissed his lips.
She wanted to kiss him!
She didn’t know why she had such a thought, but the whole way back she couldn’t shake it.
But she didn’t have the guts to come directly, so she had to rely on the effect of alcohol.
Every time Summer had such an impulse, it was only after drinking that she dared to act.
Adrian’s body was stiff, stunned for quite a while without responding.
Summer was still kissing him, holding his neck, her lips pressing against his, intensely mingling with his, and then breaking through his teeth to invade inside.
Adrian took the opportunity to lift her from the chair, settling her on his lap, his gaze on her deep and profound.
Staring at her face, flushed like peach blossom petals, for quite a while, he slowly uttered, "Summer, actually, when you want to do something , you can come directly, there’s no need to drink."
His words gently exploded in Summer’s ear.
Summer’s head buzzed, his words echoing repeatedly, she felt a bit embarrassed.
Adrian didn’t offer any explanation, pressing against her at the edge of the table, one hand supporting her head, leaning down, his lips forcefully met hers.
His kiss was nothing like her amateurish attempt.
His kiss was passionate and fiery, a truly grown-up kiss.
Summer was kissed by him into a state of heat, and for the first time since they knew each other these few months, she had the impulse to do those things with him...
Summer was a little frightened by her thoughts, feeling somewhat at a loss in his embrace.