Chapter 17

"You?" He sipped from his drink. "Any boyfriends?"

I slightly hesitate. "Not currently"

A huge smile found his impeccable lips. He caught my eyes staring at them. Good gracious Cirilla. A silly smirk appears on his lips. I looked away, sipping from my drink.

"It's beautiful" I glanced up to see his gaze on me. "It's a beautiful work of art. What is it exactly?" He pointed at the mark dominating a small portion of the skin of my back.

"It's a birthmark" Was all I said. It was a mark birthed with me, shaped in the form of a flower. I wasn't exactly sure what type of flower it was. But it had always been there.

He simply nodded. Not saying anything else.

I felt Mason's eyes on me. He leaned over the table. His eyes glistened mischievously. "What do you say we go somewhere quiet?" His voice was deep and husky. Laced with something. Desire.

I cocked my