I put my hand over my heart. Hating the way it beat louder and harder for him.
But enjoying it too.
—
“I’m glad you called me.” Mason leaned down and kissed me. A sweet pressing of lips that had me questioning my sanity.
I smiled. It was all I could do. I was all out of coy, flirty responses. I couldn’t play the part of seductive siren today.
I was feeling raw.
Exposed.
And I had called the one person I couldn’t be honest with.
What in the hell was wrong with me?
I blamed my mother.
Damn her.
“But you’re busy. You have work to do.” I tried to backtrack. To salvage the mess I had made.
It was too late.
Mason was here.
And I wanted him to be.
Keep your distance. Don’t let him close. Don’t forget why he’s in your life.
Shut up!
“Stop it. Grab your coat. We’re getting out of here.” Mason’s eyes sparkled when he looked at me.
God, why did that feel so good?
I did as I was told and followed him out to his car.
I could question everything later.
Right now I didn’t want to second-guess myself.
“Where are we going?” I asked once we were in the car.
“What do you think about going ice-skating?” he asked, and I laughed.
It felt good.
The laughing.
“Ice-skating? Seriously?”
Mason smirked. “Why? I’ve always wanted to give it a try. Could be entertaining to watch me fall on my ass. Have you ever been?”
I sobered slightly. “Yeah, I used to go when I was little. My dad would take Charlotte and me. I was pretty good, but I haven’t been since I was thirteen.”
Mason reached out and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “Well, maybe it’s time to try again.”
