“Stop moving.” I groaned without opening my eyes.
“We’re home, beautiful,” he whispered.
“Not an excuse, Mister,” I grumbled, making him laugh.
“The faster you get your perfect little ass upstairs, the faster I get to smack it.” He mindlinked me.
“I’m up,” I yelled, jumping up. Mason burst out laughing when Brandon and Liam jumped in the front seat.
Mason opened the door on his side, hopping out, and I followed him. Brandon and Liam grabbed the bags, and Mason held my hand as we walked inside. Everyone we passed was staring and whispering, and I felt uncomfortable with all this unwanted attention.
We finally walked into our apartment, and I could breathe again. I forgot to think about the attention I would receive after being marked by Mason. It’s going to take some time to get used
