“Mason!” I pushed him away and rose. “What the hell are you doing?!” My blood was boiling. I couldn’t believe Mason had full-on French kissed me. His saliva was on my lips. Furiously, I wiped it off. Even though I wasn’t at fault, it was the sickest evidence of unwanted cheating. Mason’s face was red with embarrassment. “Sorry. I couldn’t hold my feelings back. Kissing you felt the right thing to do. I thought we both wanted it.” “What the hell made you think you have ...