Page 64 of Untroubled Heart

@i.heart.mason: I think you should definitely make a move the next time you see him.

“He didn’t say anything about what it meant to him,” I say, my gut feeling heavy with unexpected disappointment. I didn’t realise how badly I wanted the confirmation that he was thinking—obsessing—about what happened too.

“You’re pretending it’s not him you’re talking about, though,” Maevyn points out, making Liv nod.

“Yeah. Give him a more direct context to reply to.”

“I’m going to finish our pizza order while you do it,” Maevyn says.

@itscallie: but there’s a problem with that. He’s my boss. I don’t think I want to be anyone’s secret, and it’s not very professional. That’s something we promised it would be when I started working for him.

@i.heart.mason: what if he never looked at you like his assistant? What if he always wanted more, but didn’t think he had a chance?

@itscallie: you thought you didn’t have a chance with me?

@i.heart.mason: whoa are we talking about us? I thought this was some other guy you hooked up with?

@itscallie: very funny.

@i.heart.mason: thank you for noticing *wink-emoji*

@i.heart.mason: I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left the house. If I’m being honest, there’s rarely been a day I haven’t thought about you since we first met.

@itscallie who are you, Mason Heart?

@i.heart.mason: whoever I want to be when I’m with you

@i.heart.mason: can I see you?

I glance over to Liv and Maevyn, laughing in the kitchen. It looks like Liv has decided to whip up something sweet for after pizza, and I’m not sure if any of us are sober enough to be trusted to operate an oven. I should probably text my brother to double-check, but instead, I snap a picture and send it to Mason before I can overthink it, my heart beating erratically the whole time.

@i.heart.mason: you’re beautiful

@itscallie: should you be saying that about your assistant?

@i.heart.mason: I don’t know, but I’m gonna say it anyway.

@itscallie: do I get a picture of you?

@i.heart.mason: what are you gonna do with it?

@itscallie: no fair! I didn’t ask what you’re gonna do with mine

@i.heart.mason: look at it, obviously

@itscallie: well thats what i’ll be doing too

A few seconds later, a photo comes through. Mason’s lying in bed, shirtless, a low glow of light obscenely objectifying his chiselled chest, and a thick gold chain resting over his smooth skin.

@itscallie: you realise your hotness defies reason?

@i.heart.mason: you realise your pussy has my tongue in a chokehold?

I squeal, slamming my phone face down on the arm of the couch.

“What?” Maevyn shouts as Liv yelps in surprise.

“Nothing! Um, are you sure you’re not doing anything that’ll blow up my brother’s kitchen?”