His mouth curved. “That’s dipping.”
“What do you want?”
“I brought you food.” He nudged the pizza box higher. “I’m sharing because I’m generous and because there’s too much. I don’t want to eat it all and wake up with regret.”
“I’m not hungry,” I lied. I planned to go to the kitchen and grab something to eat while Keaton was in his room.
Mason’s eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down. “Did you train today?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re living in a house full of fighters,” he added, shifting the box higher. “We know you need calories, whether you feel hungry or not.”
“Pizza and beer?” I challenged.
“Cheat day.” He beamed.
I met his stare head-on. “Fine. One slice.”
“See, we’re already bonding.”
“We’re not bonding,” I corrected, grabbing a slice from the box.
His gaze slid past me into my room, then back at me. “You live nice and tidy.”
“I live orderly.”
He nodded. “Same thing.”
I took a small step back, trying to retreat but not be a dick since he was sharing his pizza with me. However, he took that as an invitation and stepped in, setting the pizza box on the corner of my desk.
“Grab another one,” he insisted. “You’re going to pretend you’re not hungry, and then you’ll be in the kitchen at two in the morning, eating peanut butter straight out of the jar.”
“I’m not going to do that.” I rolled my eyes.
He pointed at me with his slice. “That’s exactly what someone who’s going to do that would say.”
I chewed slowly. It wouldn’t be two in the morning, but it would be later when I knew the coast was clear. The previous night when Keaton had been at work, I hadn’t felt like I was walking on eggshells, but since he was home playing video games tonight, I had to assume he had the night off, which made things awkward.
Mason rested his hip against the desk, then glanced at the bowl beside the pizza box. “Keys in a bowl. Wallet next to it. Bed made. You always been this way?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s intense.”
“It’s efficient.”
“It’s intense and efficient.” He took another bite, then angled his head toward the door. “So, how long before you and Keaton stab each other?”
“We’re not going to stab each other.”
“Okay, punch each other.”
“We’re not going to do that either.”
He arched a brow. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
