“You keep looking stressed.”
“I just watched your friend practically eat someone’s face.”
“That’s actually pretty normal for Luca.”
“That explains so much.”
Mason smirked a little into his drink.
And wow.
That should honestly be illegal.
MASON
She was looking at my mouth again.
Tiny glance. Still noticed.
I shouldn’t have noticed.
But Rowan always did that when she got distracted or caught off guard.
And now I knew it.
Which meant I started noticing it constantly.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
“You’re staring now,” she said quietly.
“Your fault.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Most things involving you don’t lately.”
There.
That was too honest again.
Rowan went quiet for a second.
Not awkward.
Just thinking.
Then she stepped slightly closer so she could hear me over the music.
Except now she was standing close enough that I could smell her perfume again.
Fuck my life.
ROWAN
This was getting bad.
