“Oh my gosh. I think he’s coming over here,” Layla squeaks out. “Shit…” I inhale so hard I almost choke on my sundae. Daphne busies herself, fixing her hair and adjusting her cute little vintage apron. “Yep. He’s definitely coming over here.” The bell chimes above the door, announcing Mason’s arrival. I can’t look. I won’t look at him. I drop my eyes to my phone screen and hide my face behind a curtain of black hair. Daphne hops up and chirps a bright ‘hello’. I don’t look up, but the gravelly lilt in Mason’s deep voice provokes an instant jolt between my thighs. My heart is beating a thousand
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