"Aurelia, let's never separate, okay?" Mason Nightshade said, tightening his grip on her, inhaling her fragrance, wanting to hold her like this and never let go.
Aurelia Shaw sensed that Mason Nightshade's mood was somewhat off tonight. She turned around to face him, "What's wrong?"
Mason Nightshade gazed into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Her eyes were undoubtedly attractive, with long eyelashes, clear yet so dark that he couldn't quite discern them, looking straight at him.
Unable to restrain himself, Mason Nightshade turned over and pressed her down onto the seat, his hot breath blowing across her cheeks. The sudden warmth dyed their cheeks with a rosy hue, "I like you."
This inexplicable confession left Aurelia Shaw momentarily stunned.
"Hmm, I know." She habitually patted his wolf head.
Had this wolf been provoked by something tonight?
