The next night Mason wanted to meet at the butterfly.
When he said those two words, I knew exactly where he meant. He said the renovations had been completed, and this time he’d gotten permission from his dad for us to be there. They changed the security codes to the entire place, so Mason was forced to ask.
This meant I got the codes too, and I was sitting in a lounge chair next to the pool when he walked inside.
My heart soared.
He came in with a fierceness. His eyes were blazing. As usual, he was gorgeous. Wearing jeans that molded perfectly to his trim waist, showcasing his firm upper legs, and hugging his ass, he twisted around to make sure the door was shut.
I took a breath. I wanted to touch him and cry all at the same time.
He wore a black Cain U football jacket, which molded
