Serena Rosette
The cold morning air bit at my skin as I stepped out of Mason’s car, wrapping my arms tightly around myself in an attempt to ward off the chill. The city was just starting to wake up, the streets still relatively empty except for the occasional passerby. I glanced over at Mason, his dark eyes fixed on me, his gaze intense and unreadable. I couldn’t help but notice the way the early sunlight caught the sharp angles of his jaw, casting a faint golden glow around him. There was something about him, the way he carried himself, that always made me feel like I was on the edge of something dangerous and intoxicating.
“Text me when you’re done,” his voice broke the silence, low and commanding.
I nodded, swallowing against the sudden rush of emotion his words evoked. There was a f
