Tessa pointed between us dramatically. “There it is. Emotional constipation.”
“Please shut up,” Rowan muttered.
“No,” Luca said. “I wanna see where this goes.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I told him.
“Brother, this is free entertainment.”
Fair enough.
ROWAN
The rooftop was definitely dying now.
People were leaving in groups, yelling about afterparties and rides and missing jackets.
The fight near the center had mostly broken up, but the mood shifted afterward.
Messier.
More exhausted.
Mason grabbed his keys off the counter near the bar. “I’m leaving.”
Jace blinked. “Already?”
“You say that like we’ve been here twenty minutes.”
“It’s only…” Jace checked his phone. “Holy shit.”
“Exactly.”
Tessa stretched dramatically beside Luca. “Honestly? I’m impressed nobody’s cried yet.”
“That’s because none of us dated Luca,” Mason said.
“Rude,” Luca replied.
“Accurate,” Tessa corrected.
Luca looked offended for about two seconds before shrugging. “Fair.”
I laughed again before I could stop myself.
Mason looked over immediately.
Again.
God, he really did do that constantly now.
MASON
I was absolutely cooked.
There was no other explanation anymore.
Every time Rowan laughed, my attention snapped toward her automatically like some pathetic reflex.
