Not because it was offensive.
Because it felt too easy for him to say now.
Too familiar.
Rowan:
Don’t exaggerate.
It was five seconds of accidental domestic behavior.
Mason:
“Domestic behavior” is crazy wording.
I actually laughed out loud.
Again.
The girl across from me in the library looked like she wanted to file a complaint against my existence.
I lowered my voice.
Barely.
Rowan:
You’re distracting me.
Mason:
I’m literally at practice.
That made me pause.
Right.
Basketball.
New York showcase.
Pressure.
I hadn’t thought about it in a few hours, which was probably suspicious.
Rowan:
How’s practice?
The reply took longer this time.
Long enough that I stopped pretending I was doing work.
Mason:
Coach thinks I’m playing like shit.
Well.
