"Mase," I asked against his lips.
"Mmm?"
"You once said 'What are you doing here?' to something you saw in the hallway. Who was it?"
A frown tugged at his mouth as he pulled away. "Someone who looked like the drug baron. Why?"
"Was he bald?" At his nod, I said, "You won't be seeing whoever that was anymore."
"You're amazing." He traced the curve of my lips with his tongue, and it triggered a white-hot arousal.
"Please don't stop," I breathed.
Pushing me back into the door, he peeled my sweatshirt off then crushed his lips to mine with one swift movement. I had scars from the Saelis and ghosts' attacks, but Mase didn't even flinch. Just like him, I wore my scars on the outside now. Our emotional and physical baggage matched.
Blood roared through my veins, filling me with a n
