"Hey, what's up?"
Summer looked at Alexander, puzzled by his sudden stillness, and finally broke the awkward silence.
"Nothing," he replied with a faint smile, shaking his head slightly as he finished zipping up her dress.
The slow, deliberate sound of the zipper seemed amplified in the vast, quiet walk-in closet. It was oddly distinct, almost intimate,like a subtle whisper in the silence.
Once the zipper was done, Summer was ready to bolt. She desperately needed space—her cheeks were burning so fiercely she feared they might actually combust.
But Alexander clearly had no intention of letting her escape so easily. He reached out effortlessly, pulling her back into his arms. Then, leaning in, he nipped lightly at her ear and teased in a low, velvety voice, "Summer, why do y
