MASON’S POV
We arrived home at night. I helped myself in with the bags of whatever the ladies got and my leather suitcase. Getting to my living room, I took off my watch, dropping it with the gift bags on a glass ottoman by the sofa. Today, I wore a white turtle neck long sleeve and joggers. I regretted my choice of clothes instantly when I stepped out to face the sunny weather, not only was it difficult to hide a gun but unnecessarily hot. Imagine wearing black. I groaned, pinching the start of my nose, between both eyes.
Thinking about the day strains my mind, I needed to fold the neck of my shirt down for air.
All I need is rest. God, it was f*****g hard avoiding her advances all day, f*****g hard. I was on a tight thread from doing something stupid in public. Especially when she
