Mason ran his fingers through Ciara's hair while his other arm was around her body. They were laying down on their bed and enjoying the silence of the dim room after Ciara had told him what had happened. Her head was resting on his chest that covered his beating heart, the same heart that was beating in anger. Ciara had urged him not to do anything that would cause him trouble and he had to oblige.
"Our vacation is almost ruined," she said over his chest while her fingers drew irregular shapes on his hard chest.
"It isn't ruined until you let him ruin it, Cici. Don't say that," Mason replied and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Are you sure?" She asked and raised her head to look at him, her brows furrowed together in worry.
"I've never been sure of anything in my life," Mason replied w
