Mason Nightshade stiffened, his eyes half-narrowed as he opened them, looking at her delicate, vibrant face, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.
The two were kissing, neither yielding to the other.
The temperature inside the car rose, small beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, the situation teetering on the brink of losing control.
Mason Nightshade suddenly pulled away.
Staring into her eyes, twin flames burned within his, yet he struggled to suppress the impulse, his voice heavy and dark as he asked her, "Aurelia, who am I?"
Aurelia Shaw's thoughts began to gather.
Huh?
Why ask this question now? Unless... he was worried she mistook him for someone else.
Grabbing his collar, she pulled him closer, her warm breath brushing against his face, Aurelia lifted her chin, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, "Mason, I told you, I'm not drunk!"
