Mason’s P.O.V.I don’t know how she does it, but she had too much power over me; her touch had such control over me that it could make or break me within a second. It scared me a lot, but I would never accept it to her face because call me a douche bag but I just didn’t want her to feel superior over me and also because somewhere in my heart, I knew that she already has a pretty much good idea about what she does to me.
I am busy relaxing my fury with every inhale of her blissful scent when I feel her loosen her arms around me as she moves away, washing her eyes once over me to confirm that I’m fine and when she is sure about it she asks, “Where is she?”
She?
I look at her with confusion etched on my face as I as, “She?” She nods at my question and I continue, “I thought you were here to
