Something sharper settling underneath his expression.
Then Jace appeared from the tunnel holding two Gatorades.
“There you are,” he said to Mason before noticing the tension instantly. “Oh damn. Did the sexual tension argument start without me?”
“We weren’t arguing,” Mason said.
“Yet,” I corrected.
Jace pointed between us dramatically. “You two are absolutely gonna ruin each other.”
“Jace,” Mason muttered.
“No, seriously. I can feel it in the air.”
I grabbed my bag before I had to hear more of this nonsense.
“See you Monday, Reed.”
Mason leaned against the row in front of me, arms crossed now.
“Can’t wait.”
“Liar.”
That almost got another real smile out of him.
Almost.
Which somehow felt more dangerous than the fake ones.
Four
CHAPTER FOUR
MASON
By Friday night, Rowan Hayes had called me arrogant three times, emotionally constipated twice, and “a professionally manufactured campus narcissist” once.
Honestly?
Could’ve gone worse.
“You’re smiling at your phone again,” Eli said from the driver’s seat.
“I’m literally not.”
“You literally are.”
Jace leaned forward from the backseat between us. “He’s texting the journalist, isn’t he?”
“I hate both of you.”
“THAT’S A YES,” Jace shouted.
I shoved him backward by the face while he cackled like a psychopath.
The team SUV rolled through downtown traffic toward Nolan’s apartment where half the campus was already partying after tonight’s win.
