Mason Nightshade held her cheeks in his hands. Her face was icy cold, yet his warm palms were soothing her, his gesture tender but with eyes deep enough to conceal a brewing storm.
Last night, when she intentionally teased him, he had the impulsive desire to come to her right away and punish this girl fiercely.
In fact, during the flight, these were his exact thoughts—he must, he would punish her severely.
But.
When he saw her, all those thoughts suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving only the longing for her and the urge to hold her in his arms immediately.
So, Mason lightly pinched her chin, ignoring the curious glances of those around, lowered his head, and captured her crimson lips.
Aurelia Shaw was momentarily stunned, then a bit awkwardly pushed at his chest.
He didn't budge.
When she tried again, Mason instead clasped her hand.
"I missed you."
A deep, clear voice resonated softly in her ear.
