Summer let out a soft moan, her voice sweet and sultry, the lingering note teasing like a whispered invitation. "You want me too." Fraser’s eyes darkened dangerously, his gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Desire flickered in his stare, raw and undeniable. Summer fought to hold onto reason. "Fraser, we… we should talk first." "No." Before she could react, Fraser leaned in again. One hand gripped her waist; the other tilted her chin, keeping her from turning away. His lips crashed against hers, claiming her with a kiss that was both dominant and filled with raw desire. A faint mix of cigarette smoke and pinewood filled the space between them. Summer felt her blood heat up, her legs turning weak beneath her. His large hands gently lifted her injured leg. Then, at the last moment— Summer's eyes snapped open. "Fraser, stop!" Fraser pressed his forehead against hers, his deep gaze locking onto hers. His voice was husky and rough. "I want you so badly tonight, Summer. Will you give yourself to me?" The way he said her name—low and raspy—made her breath hitch. She couldn't resist. Her hand, which had been pushing him away, slowly loosened. In the next moment, his fingers unfastened the buttons of her shirt, one by one. They slipped free, scattering to the floor. In the dim light, her porcelain-white skin was an irresistible temptation. "I'll be gentle. I won't touch your leg." Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their silhouettes melting into each other against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was thick with heat and desire, pulsing between them.Summer felt light as air, like she was drifting through a dream. But at the same time, she was caught in the tide, pulled under by something deeper—something she couldn’t resist. The waves carried her higher and higher, and all she could do was hold on. Afterward, Fraser carried her to the bathroom. The clear water rippled in the tub as he stepped in, holding her close. With her wrapped against his chest, he let the foamy body wash lather over their skin. Even through the bubbles, faint red marks dotted her delicate body—stark, undeniable evidence of their night. Fraser carefully wiped her down, his palm gliding over her skin—soft and smooth. His muscles tensed. His deep gaze lingered on the woman in his arms. If they went for another round, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. So, instead of lingering, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to bed. He then grabbed a hairdryer and gently dried her long hair. Summer lay there, still enveloped in his warmth, her mind caught between a hazy dream and fleeting reality. "Fraser… You seem to like my body." He dressed her in a mist-blue silk nightgown he had prepared, responding with a nonchalant hum. Summer’s lashes trembled. She felt fragile, like something precious and breakable, held with careful precision. Silence settled between them. Her lashes trembled again, her expression unreadable. "Fraser, we should… break—" Before she could finish the last word, something cool slipped onto her wrist. Lifting her hand, she stared at the bracelet now encircling her skin—a sapphire chain, shimmering under the soft light. The design was exquisite, with a fine, smooth chain accentuated by dazzling blue gems. Each sapphire shimmered uniquely, making her wrist appear even more slender and fair. "What’s this?""A gift from my business trip." "Must’ve been expensive?" Fraser raised an eyebrow. "Let’s just say you couldn’t afford it even if you emptied your bank account." "Oh, then never mind. I don’t want it." If it was that pricey, there was no way she could accept it. "Fine. I’ll just toss it, then." Without hesitation, Fraser slipped the sapphire bracelet from her wrist, casually lifting his hand as if he was about to drop it straight into the trash. "Hey!" Seeing how effortlessly he was about to toss it, Summer shot up and grabbed it from his hand. "You were really going to throw it away?" No matter how expensive it was, a delicate piece like this wasn’t meant to be tossed around so carelessly. "Once I give something away, I don’t take it back." Summer’s lips twitched. Alright, Mr. Graham. Whatever you say. The little exchange was enough to break the tension and push aside her lingering thoughts. Fraser lay down beside her, pulling her close from behind. He rested his chin on her head, lazily twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers. "What were you saying just now?" "Nothing." Summer’s eyes drooped slightly, sleepiness creeping in. Moonlight streamed through the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in a soft, silvery glow. She decided she would tell him tomorrow. The atmosphere tonight was too perfect. She didn’t want to ruin it. By the time she woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. She blinked drowsily, stretching as she realized Fraser was long gone. The bed beside her had already cooled.