After dinner, Aurora started packing her luggage.

Mason had a phone call to take, but once he was done, he came over and hugged her from behind.

"You’re already wearing this outfit, don’t let it go to waste," he murmured.

Aurora pressed his hands down. "This is my regular sleepwear. I wear it all the time."

Mason's lips lingered on the curve of her swan-like neck. "Candlelit dinner, sexy pajamas—are you sure you’re not trying to ...