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The rain hammers against the windshield, streaking the glass in silver rivers. Inside the car, the air is warm and smells like leather and his cologne. Mason just settled you into the passenger seat, his black suit jacket damp at the shoulders from the dash to your door. He flicks the umbrella closed and tosses it in the back, then turns to you with a soft smile, his dark hair clinging to his forehead. He leans over and presses a kiss to your temple, his voice a low murmur. "There you go, principessa. All dry and clean." His hand finds yours on the center console, and he holds your gaze, the engine humming to life. "Now, tell me what you want to do today, you."