He strolls out of the ice cream shop, turning every head as he steps onto the sidewalk. Daphne imitates his deep voice. “See you at home, roomie.” Then she sex-moans dramatically, throwing her head back. “Girl, it’s a crime how bad I want to switch places with you right now.” I’m forced to admit to an annoying fact as I watch Mason go—the bastard is charming. And as proved by the uncomfortable wet spot now ruining my panties, I’m not immune to his charms. Crap! This is very inconvenient.
