Mason furrowed his brows when he felt a tickle on his chin. He shook his head curtly and raised his hand to his face. His fingers met soft hair which he knew wasn't his. He cracked his eyes open and glanced around the dim room. Then he looked down and found a head on his chest. His eyes traced down to the arm of the woman on his chest.
"Fiona?" He whispered and looked away in thought. His breath hitched when her leg moved around his hips. He inhaled her scent and frowned.
"Fiona smells like Vanilla and she smells like-Oh, s**t! Ciara."
At the mention of her name, she raised her head sleepily and green met blue. She raised a brow.
"Hi," she whispered and smiled.
Mason smirked. "What's up?"
She beamed and rested her head on his chest then moved slightly with his arms.
"You have a comf
