Page 93 of Hypnotized By Love

“What else are twin sisters for?”

My mom heard us talking and stuck her head in my room. “You two are up early! Come downstairs and have breakfast with me.”

There was a buzz from my phone, alerting me that I had a text.

“Coming,” Sierra said with a wink. “I think Savannah has a text she needs to check first.”

I wanted to tell her that it might not be from Mason, but it was.

Thinking about you.

Sierra gave me a knowing smile, and I just shook my head at her. When my sister and mom left, I responded:

I’ve been thinking about you, too. Can you come over today at 3:00? Meet me in the treehouse.

Can’t wait.

Neither could I.

I had an online appointment in about an hour, but I figured it was a good thing to have a hard out so that I didn’t get too carried away with Mason. I got the treehouse all set up—a blanket on the floor and a picnic basket with some treats that I was pretty sure were melting in this heat. I should have waited until nighttime, but I was too eager to see him again.

How had I forgotten that the treehouse basically had no ventilation? It was so hot in here that a layer of sweat was covering my body before he even arrived.

Mason showed up right on time, and my heart flipped with happiness at seeing him. The trapdoor rose as he climbed up the ladder, and he let it shut behind him when he was fully inside the treehouse.

He couldn’t stand up completely straight, though.

“It’s a hundred and ten degrees today,” he told me. “But I think it’s a hundred and fifty degrees in here, and looking at you I can see why.”

Another adjustment. Now when he said cute, flirty things to me, I didn’t immediately suspect him of being out to ruin me in some way. “It’s me, right?”

“Yes,” he said with a lusty, playful grin. “You’re hot.”

I pointed at the basket. “Speaking of hot, I brought up treats, but I think they’re all melted.”

He got down on the floor next to me. “That’s okay. There’s only one treat I’m interested in.”

Then he kissed me hello, and it should have been uncomfortable. We were both a bit damp with sweat, our bodies giving off far too much heat, but his lips were so welcome. He kissed me in that perfect way of his—as if he knew exactly what I wanted and needed from one moment to the next, gentle and sweet here, passionate and demanding there, flipping back and forth, keeping me off balance.

Another thing Sierra was right about. I did like that I never knew what to expect from him, despite knowing him so well.

Just as things were starting to get interesting, he pulled back. “Why are we having a secret rendezvous in a treehouse?”

“Do you have a better idea? Where else can we meet that we’d have privacy? That people wouldn’t see us?”

“We could have gone to a nice hotel with air-conditioning so that we wouldn’t have to be here in your terrarium,” he said.

“But if we went to a hotel ...” I let my voice trail off.

“You’re right,” he said as he kissed the inside of my wrist, right at my pulse point, which jumped when his mouth made contact. “We’re taking things slow, so terrarium it is.”

“It is really hot. I think it’s destroying what’s left of my soul.”

“Bah, nice weather makes you soft.” He ran his fingers along my bare shoulder, stopping when he reached the strap of my sundress. He bent his head to kiss everywhere that he had been touching. “You’re soft.”

“I am soft,” I agreed in a breathy voice, enjoying what he was doing but feeling as if I needed to apologize for my current state. “Sorry I’m so sweaty. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a workout that made me sweat this hard.”

“Do you know what else is a good workout?”

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