Alyssa

It's been a few hours since King and Niko left, and Mason is just sitting in an armchair, reading a book. Like, a physical book. Dressed in jeans and a dark-blue dress-shirt, he looks a lot hotter than I remember. I really didn't think I had a thing for forearms, but here we are. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing sinewy muscles and a dusting of hair that catches the light just right, making my heart do an annoying little flip.

It's not surprising that he has barely ...