I stared at that reply for a second.
Most people said:
That sounds amazing.
That’s huge.
You’re lucky.
Not awful.
And somehow that tiny difference got under my skin immediately.
Mason:
It’s complicated.
Rowan:
Yeah.
You kinda scream “complicated.”
I snorted quietly.
Luca looked over from the couch across the apartment. “Why are you smiling at your phone like a teenage girl?”
I looked up immediately. “I’m not.”
“You literally are.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s definitely Rowan.”
Damn it.
ROWAN
Serena came into my room holding iced coffee and bad energy.
She took one look at me sitting cross-legged on my bed staring at my phone and pointed immediately.
“Oh, you’re gone.”
“I’m literally answering messages.”
“You’re smiling.”
Traitorous face.
I threwa pillow at her.
She caught it easily. “Who is it?”
“You know who.”
Serena gasped dramatically. “Mason Reed the emotionally repressed basketball god?”
