What a fucking awful way to spend his birthday. Mason slammed his front door shut, and swore under his breath, as something crunched under his foot.
The scent of roses hit his nostrils, and frowning he switched on the light.
What the fuck?
Before he could holler about the awful mess greeting him—rose petals led a trail up his damned stairs—a soft giggle deflated his anger.
“Rosie, is that you?”
Another bout of laughter meant he took the stairs three at a time. He stopped dead at the sight in his bathroom. His girl, naked, waiting…
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