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“Terrifying.”
I almost smiled again.
Almost.
Instead I reached for my coffee.
He didn’t give it back.
“I need that,” I said.
“You need sleep.”
“I need caffeine.”
“You need both.”
“Are you always this annoying, or is this a special occasion?”
He looked genuinely thoughtful for a second.
Then:
“Yes.”
I exhaled through my nose.
Mason watched me do it like it mattered.
That again.
That attention thing.
Not loud.
Not obvious.
Just constant.
Like I was something he kept accidentally tracking.
My phone buzzed on the table.
Serena:
alive?
I typed back quickly:
unfortunately
Mason leaned slightly to read it.
“Reporting on me already?” he asked.
“You wish.”
“You literally smiled at me earlier.”
