Like okay, good, I’m not the only one losing my mind here.
“You make everything awkward,” I muttered.
Mason scoffed. “Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“You touched me.”
“Oh my God.”
“You did.”
“I fixed your jacket, not proposed marriage.”
“That’s still physical contact.”
I blinked at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now?”
“Unfortunately.”
That almost made me laugh again.
Almost.
Then Mason rubbed a hand over his face and looked away toward the city for a second.
And just like that, the joking faded a little.
Not completely.
Just enough.
“You really hate talking about your dad, huh?” I asked quietly.
He went still.
There it is.
MASON
Most people got uncomfortable around silence.
Rowan got curious.
Which honestly felt more dangerous.
I leaned back against the bar beside her. “He’s a lot.”
“That sounds diplomatic.”
“It’s easier.”
She waited.
Didn’t push.
Which somehow made me want to keep talking anyway.
