The heavy silence of the apartment felt less like peace and more like the breath before an explosion.
Mason’s hand remained anchored to my waist, his warm palm pressing through the thin fabric of my top. His breathing had finally slowed, but the fierce, dark possession in his eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest. He stood over me like a shield, his shadow swallowing me whole in the dim lighting of the entryway.
"You should go," I whispered, though my fingers were still twisted into the linen of his dark shirt, contradicting my own words. "Jade is suspicious, Mason. If she sits in her car downstairs and sees your SUV parked outside for another hour, all of this line-stepping and lying will be for nothing."
Mason didn't move. He leaned down, brushing his lips against the shell of m
