“That sentence made me physically ill.”
“But accurate.”
Unfortunately… maybe a little.
My phone buzzed again.
Mason:
You still in the library?
I frowned slightly.
Rowan:
Yeah.
Why?
That reply came immediately.
Mason:
Because it’s almost midnight.
Go home, Ellis.
I stared at the message.
Then reread it.
Then hated how warm it made me feel.
“This is bad,” I muttered.
Serena perked up. “Ooo, what happened?”
“He told me to go home.”
She blinked. “That’s it?”
“You don’t understand the tone.”
“No, I understand. You people flirt like divorced forty-year-olds.”
Honestly?
Fair.
MASON
Luca was still watching me like this was the greatest night of his life.
“Are you done being creepy?” I asked.
“No. This is fascinating.”
“It’s texting.”
