“It’s not so bad once you get the hang of it,” Mason stated as his legs scissored underneath him precariously.
“You’re doing great,” I assured him.
“Only because I’m trying to impress you.” He grinned. I kissed him. Because I couldn’t help it.Notkissing him wasn’t an option.
“Consider me impressed,” I said.
And then we skated together. Slowly and carefully, but together.
And not once did I think about anything but Mason. And me. And how good it felt to be like this.
Like a real couple.
My heart felt incredibly full to the point of bursting.
And then it cracked and started to break.
It hurt to be with Mason in this way.
To see what an incredible man he was.
It was a painful reminder of all the ways I was a horrible person.
My plans for him now seemed so callous. So wrong.
The more time I spent with Mason, the harder it would be to extract myself from the life I was creating. The one where I was Mason’s girlfriend.
The one where I was starting to fall for him.
What was I going to do?
Chapter 12
Hannah
“If you text someone this code, as long as it’s not in the conversation thread, it will reboot their phone.”
I sent Kyle the text. His phone beeped. He opened his messages and instantly his screen went black.
“Wow. That’s pretty cool.” He grinned as his phone restarted. And then it crashed again. He frowned. “Okay, so that’s not so cool. How do you fix it?”
I sent him another message. When his phone beeped again, I took it from him and responded to the text.
“There you go. That bypassed the bug,” I said.
“That’s it? You just reply to the message?” Kyle seemed disappointed.
I laughed. “Sorry if it’s too simple for you. But it’s only that easy if the person you sent it to is in the text conversation. If it’s in list mode, every time they try to open the message, it’ll reboot their phone.”
Kyle stared down at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. “But it’s not really a hack. It’s a bug in the OS.”
I sighed and poured my coffee. “Technically yes. But you wanted to learn something new. So there, I taught you something.”
My head was a conflicted mess. I was irritated at how quickly I was losing the plot. How easy it was becoming to forget everything.
And I was gleefully exuberant as well. I felt like a teenager again, in the first throes of a romance.
I was a damn fool.
