Like genuinely bad.
Not because of anything huge.
Because of small things.
The way Mason looked at me before answering now.
The way he kept touching me without thinking.
The fact that every conversation somehow turned into something loaded even when we were joking.
And the worst part?
I liked this version of him.
The less controlled one.
Which felt like a terrible decision already.
“You know what your problem is?” I asked.
Mason sighed. “Apparently I have several.”
“You act like you don’t want people close to you, then get weird whenthey are.”
His eyes stayed on mine.
“Maybe I just don’t like the wrong people close to you.”
Oh.
Okay.
That one hit immediately.
And judging by the look on Mason’s face right after he said it—
he knew it too.
Thirty Seven
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
ROWAN
Mason looked like he regretted what he said immediately.
Good.
Because I regretted how much I liked hearing it.
“Wow,” I said. “That sounded jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“That answer came way too fast.”
“I just think Luca’s a fucking menace.”
