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“Why did you fight with Hadley?”
My body goes rigid, and I sit up, fumbling with my hands. “She said some things about Blake and…” I pause, staring down at my hands. “My mother.”
“What did she say?” he presses on.
Blowing out a breath, I run my fingers through my hair. My eyes flit around the library, focusing on anything other than the concern written on his face. As much as I hate to admit it, Hadley did have a point. I do have baggage. And if Logan—who I’ve known my whole life—couldn’t handle it, then how is someone who has only known me for a short time supposed to?
How will he feel about it?
Will he think I’m damaged and pity me?
If I reveal how dysfunctional my life really is, would it change things between us?
I know I have to tell him eventually, but is it wrong to just want to enjoy this time with him for as long as possible before the realities of my fucked-up homelife overshadow everything? That is something I’m just not ready for.
“It doesn’t matter,” I finally answer and almost cringe when I hear him let out a frustrated breath.
“It mattered enough for you to attack her. What did she say about your mother?”
“It’s complicated, Mason.”
His hand cups my cheek and forces me to meet his firm stare. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I-I can’t.” My voice cracks as I stare back at him, and worry creases his face. “Please, Mason. I promise I will tell you one day. Just not today.”
Noticing my turmoil, his resolve slowly tapers off as I plead with him silently to let it go. Finally relenting, his expression softens, and he wraps his arm around me.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He speaks softly, looking down at me intently.
“I know. I just need more time.” I look back up at him, and he nods then pulls me in closer, planting light kisses on my cheek. Tingles trickle down my neck from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin, and I bite back a moan at the sensation.
Placing his hand on my thigh, he nuzzles into my neck and slowly trails his fingers upward toward my crotch. “You’re so tense, baby,” he whispers huskily, and heat floods to my core, feeling his teeth scrape along my earlobe. “Do you want me to help you relax?”
“Mason,” I murmur, turning my face toward his, our lips a breath apart. “We can’t. Someone will see us.”
His eyes dart around the library, then rest firmly back on mine. “No one is here.” He smirks. “Besides, I thought you liked the thrill of getting caught?”
He pulls back, waggling his eyebrows, and a smile breaks out on my face. Cupping his cheek, I press my lips to his, and he groans into my mouth. Parting his lips to deepen the kiss, I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back eagerly. The whole world around us suddenly disappears as we get lost in each other, our tongues dancing to a rhythm of their own.
“You guys better cut that out before Ms. Fletcher catches you,” a voice chimes in, and we instantly break apart to find Lily plonking down on the sofa across from us. We both stare at her, momentarily stunned, and fear trickles down my spine over the fact that we have just been caught.
What the hell was I thinking?
I glance at Mason, who is patiently waiting to see what she will say next, and I look back to Lily, who casually crosses her legs and pins us both with a smug expression. This is surprising, considering I know she has feelings for Mason. I would have expected a look of total devastation. This reaction is catching me off guard and confusing as hell.
“Seeing you two kiss like that certainly brings back memories,” she hums with a dreamy look, and my brow furrows.
I turn to Mason, who looks just as confused as me as he stares back at her. “What are you talking about?” he asks with a frown.
She smiles sweetly at him, tilting her head to the side. “It reminds me of the night that we kissed. Surely you remember? It was the first time for both of us, and no one ever forgets their first kiss.”
My back straightens as my eyes swing to Mason in disbelief. He told me that nothing ever happened between them, so either she is lying or he is.
Rubbing his chin as if mulling over her words, his brow furrows deeper. “Are you talking about that night we played spin the bottle at Grant’s?”
“Yeah.” She smiles brighter.
“I would hardly call that kissing, Lily. It was just a game.”
