~Lola's POV~
Despite the late hour, there is a pleasant warmth in the air. With nary a breeze in sight tonight, the lingering coolness from a cool day hangs over the mountain. I felt Mason wrap his hand around my waist and wanted to draw back, but he begged me not to. We were sitting on top of a rock. He reclined back, his weight supported by a tree trunk. He opened his legs and motioned for me to sit between them.
"You know, I don’t know what it is that makes you keep holding on to your husband. But I’m not giving up on you, Lola."
"He’s going to kill you if he finds out." I sneered at my own assertion. Will he? Does he even care about me at all? What matters to him is Candice?"
"I’m willing to die for you, Lola." He lifted my chin so that I could face him. I could feel his c**k p
