Don’t listen to Jake. I do not have a crush on The Mask. What does he know, anyway? He’s just my best friend since before I can remember.
Okay, so The Mask might have awesome powers, the body of a Greek God, and a mouthwatering habit of dressing up in head to toe leather, but that doesn’t mean I have a crush on him. I just think he’s interesting, that’s all. And if seeing him on the news, all dressed up in his clingy suit with his muscles bulging everywhere gets me a little hot and bothered, well… no one has to know.
All I wanted was to cause a little trouble for the Special Abilities Registration Authority. Just some payback for brainwashing me and forcing me to do their dirty work all those years ago. Kicking the wasps nest, as it were.
The last thing I expected was to bump into my spark. Literally. Not that I’m displeased. Brady is cute as hell, just the right amount of submissive, and the way he looks at me makes me feel ten feet tall. He’s everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
After I get the Special Abilities Registration Authority off our tail, that is…