Aurora's POV
The cool night air caressed my flushed skin as I stood on the balcony, trapped between Mason's intense gaze and the stone railing at my back. My heart raced, a mix of desire and panic coursing through my veins.
"Aurora," Mason whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He leaned in, his hand cupping my cheek. "I've been such a fool. Please, give me another chance."
I knew I should push him away, should run back to the safety of the dinner party and Ethan's protective presence. But my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch. Our lips were mere inches apart, the air between us charged with electricity.
Just as Mason's lips were about to meet mine, a voice shattered the moment.
"Aurora? What's going on here?"
We sprang apart, guilt written all over our faces. Ethan stood in
