THIRTY ONE – LIKE A QUEEN

MASON

I probably should'nt have been too harsh on her.

Right now, she presses against the door, completely ignoring me, and strangely, I do not want that. I want her focus to be on me. Totally on me.

My eyes trace the outline of her delicate jaw from the glow of the streetlights. She is so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at her.

I turn away, clenching my fingers to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her.

I cannot touch her. Atleast not right now. If I do, I might never stop.

I could'nt stand the look of hope in her eyes when I spoke to her earlier. My mother had that same look minutes before that monster crushed her to death.

If this relationship is gonna work out, Mira will just have to suck it up and take whatever I dish out.

But it's becoming increasingly difficult to hurt her. But physically and emotionally.

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MIRA

Mason does not say another word to me until we arrive at the party. He only watches me, those piercing eyes burning into my skin all the way to Hollyw