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I glance around the playground. A small girl stares at Mason curiously.
“Woo hooooo.”
“Mommy, why is that man on the swing?”
The woman turns her child and leads her to the other side of the playground, but I can hear her mumble. “Men do silly things to show off.”
I hiss at Mason. “Not very fun.”
Mason swings higher and higher. “I want to see your face turn brighter than the sun.”
I prop a fist on one hip and shift my weight. “How about walking barefoot down Main Street in your business attire?” I quickly scoop his shoes to my chest and bolt for the field.
I hear a thud in the distance and glance over my shoulder. Mason is on my tail. I grin like a little girl and face the track and field, the wind blowing my hair back.
My heart thumps along with my stride. Not as fit and healthy as I thought. Nope.
“Come back with my shoes, girly.” Mason’s voice is right behind me.
His arms snake around my waist, and he thrusts me into the air. I squeal. Mason stumbles, and we’re going down together. He twists and takes the fall. My back hits his chest.
“Ouch,” he yelps.
I turn in his arms and hover over his face. “You okay?” My limbs turn weak, and I’m breathless when my eyes lock with his.
His grin comes easy, and his arm remains around my back. “I’m all good.”
I push my palms to the ground trying to create a healthy distance. “I hope you didn’t get grass stains on your precious suit.” My sarcastic tone rings loud and clear.
Before he releases me, he says, “Falling for you is worth more than a stuffy suit.”
I freeze. My gaze roams his face, searching for answers. Is he still in love with me, or has he fallen in love again?
Mason rolls me to the side, props himself on his elbow, and leans his head in his palm, looking intently into my eyes. “What’s the verdict? Am I spontaneous enough, or do I need to provide more evidence?” He gently removes some grass clippings from my hair.
My lips part to say something, but I’m unsure how to respond. Mason’s fingers cradle my neck, and his thumb caresses my cheek. I close my eyes, begging him to kiss me, but I won’t make the first move. I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.
I sense him come close, and his lips brush mine. I relax my mouth but don’t kiss him back. He trails sweet kisses across my jawline and toward my earlobe. He whispers, “How am I doing in the not-boring department?”
Mason is definitely not boring when it comes to kissing. He makes his way back to my mouth, every press of his lips teasing me. I resist fully giving in to him.
His mouth is warm and moist, and the sensation turns me to jelly.
I’m trembling so much that the ground might crack open and swallow me whole.
Hold up. There’s a rumble in the distance. My eyes spring open, and Mason jerks back. We both notice the lawnmower heading our way. We scramble to stand and brush the grass from our clothes. Mason grabs his shoes and my hand before tugging me toward the playground.
Once we reach the swings where Mason’s socks remain, I drop my hands and point back to the field. “That didn’t happen. Erase it from your memory.”
He chuckles. “There’s no way I’m gonna forget that kiss.”
“What kiss? I didn’t kiss you.”
“Okay, live in denial then.” He smirks.
Oh, he’s impossible. Impossibly irresistible.
Mason turns his back to me, collects his socks, and shakes out the sand.
