Looking at Summer Thorne's pleading eyes, Timothy York didn't refuse.
The spacious Jacuzzi could easily accommodate two people, let alone two who were so quiet it seemed they were really just there for a bath.
They each occupied an end of the tub. Through the bubbling water, Summer Thorne watched Timothy York, who was leaning back with his eyes closed.
'He really has lost some weight. His once chiseled abs were still there, but the definition didn't seem as sharp anymore...'
Summer Thorne told herself it was just hard to see through the water. Unable to resist, she sat up and reached out to touch him—
Yet, just as her hand was about to touch him, Timothy York seemed to sense it. He reached out, caught her hand, and slowly opened his eyes.
Summer Thorne just looked at him with wide-eyed innocence, as if she hadn't done a thing.
