Chapter 71
~ Hailey ~
I felt someone touching my lips and thought I was in a dream.
The touch was so gentle, so tentative, like whoever was doing it was afraid I might wake up. The sensation sent warmth flooding through me, pulling me deeper into the dream I was already having.
In my dream, I was back at the mask club. Back in that red room with the man whose face I'd never seen but whose touch I couldn't forget. I could smell him — that distinctive cologne, expensive and masculine, with notes of cedar and something darker I couldn't quite identify.
I reminisced about that night. About his kisses. The way his mouth had moved over mine, demanding and gentle at the same time. The way his hands had explored my body like he was memorizing every curve. The feel of him inside me, filling me
