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He flashes me a wink and walks away, instantly turning that mush into molten lava.
* * *
By the timelunch period rolled around, I’d managed to get my hormones back under control and had it all planned out. I’d rehearsed in my head exactly what I was going to say and was fully prepared to have thatlets be friendstalk with Mason when I got to the library.
Well, unfortunately for me, he had plans of his own.
From the moment I sat down next to him on that library sofa, he proceeded to flirt with me nonstop and completely shot my well-thought-out plan to shit.
Not only did I forget everything that I was going to say, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I was enjoying the constant barrage of flirtatious banter. So far, twenty minutes have passed, and he doesn’t appear to be coming up for air anytime soon.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” His eyes twinkle as he gives a cheesy grin.
“I do believe you did.” I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile.
“I love what you did with your hair,” he continues, and I feel the cushion dip as he moves in closer. “And you smell incredible. Kind of like… flowers. Pink flowers, for that matter.”
Rolling my eyes, I slap his arm and look back to our work. “Come on. We need to finish this section.”
“It’s not due for two weeks. We have plenty of time.” He shrugs. “Besides, I want to talk about you.”
I arch a brow. “Me?”
“Yeah.” His grin grows wider. “Did you know your hair shimmers when it captures the rays of the morning sunlight from the window?”
“Oh my god,” I bark out an incredulous laugh and shake my head. “You are something else. You know that?”
“What?” His brows rise, attempting to look innocent, but I don’t miss the mischief dancing in his eyes. “I’m just pointing out my observations.”
“Oh really? I never pictured you as a charmer.”
He scoffs. “There is nothing charming about telling someone their hair is pretty. Like I said. It’s just an observation.”
“True, but when you start turning that observation into a form of poetry, then it is definitely considered charming.”
He shrugs nonchalantly then side-eyes me with a smirk. “So it’s working then?”
Just as I’m about to answer, we are interrupted when Logan suddenly appears in front of us. “Ava,” he says, and I look up at him with a frown.
What the hell is he doing in here? He avoids the library like it’s the dungeon of doom, and just as I’m about to give him yet another lecture on leaving me the hell alone, I stop myself when I notice the look of worry on his face.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“I really need to talk to you.”
“Really?” I lean back against the seat and fold my arms. “About what exactly?”
“We need to talk in private.”
I blow out an annoyed breath. “I really don’t have time for this, Logan and I have no intention of talking to you in—”
“It’s about your mom, Ava,” he quickly interrupts me, and I freeze.
He glances at Mason briefly before looking at me and raising an eyebrow in question. I already know exactly what that question is. He wants to know if I’ve told Mason about my mother, but with that smirk curling on his lips, the asshole knows full well that I haven’t. And I would love nothing more than to slap that smug look of satisfaction right off his face.
“I will just be a minute, okay?” I look at Mason, and his brows draw in.
I stand up and follow Logan, who leads me down one of the aisles out of earshot of Mason.
