Chapter 1
Mason POV
“Hey, you guys, this party’s getting a little too tame for my taste tonight.”
We’re all crammed into this living room, beers scattered around, the kind of Friday night where nobody has anywhere better to be, but honestly, I’m starting to feel like we’re just going through the motions with these stupid drinking games that don’t really lead anywhere exciting.
I glance around at everyone, trying to gauge if I’m about to stick my foot in my mouth like I usually do, because let’s face it, I’m the quiet one in this group, the guy who hangs back and observes while Kael and Ronan crack all the jokes and push the boundaries.
Elara’s lounging on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed casually, that short skirt riding up just enough to show a hint of her thigh, and she’s sip
