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“You left,” he said, catching me off guard.
“I figured you wouldn’t want to do the awkward morning-after thing.”
He gave me a sharp nod, his expression giving nothing away. Did he care? Or was he just dead set on torturing me a little more?
“You’ll be okay driving back to campus?”
“Yeah, I feel much better.”
I didn’t, not really. But I wasn’t going to embarrass myself any further.
“Okay, well, have a safe journey back.”
“Thanks.” I grabbed the door handle. “And thanks again for taking care of me.”
Another nod.
Another tense beat.
The air shifted, dancing over my skin like a warm breeze, making every inch of my body tingle with awareness. “I should go,” I whispered, my heart racing in my chest as Mason watched me.
But I didn’t open the door. I couldn’t. The heat in his gaze had me pinned in place, burning me from the inside out.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You should go, blondie.”
But he reached for me instead.
“I should.” I let him pull me in, his fingers sliding along my neck, burying themselves deep into my hair. “I should definitely go.”
“We can’t…” he breathed, a tortured expression on his gorgeous face.
“I can’t stop thinking about the other night.” The words spilled out, my admission filling the space between us, making the air thicker. But I didn’t care that I’d said the words. I wanted him to know the truth.
He searched my eyes. His expression locked down tight as my heart crashed wildly in my chest while I fought to stay afloat in his stormy gaze.
“Mason, say something…”
He moved closer, dropping his head to mine. Splaying his hand over my jaw, his fingers gently brushed my lips. His touch was almost reverent.
“Mase—”
“Shh,” he whispered, ghosting a kiss over my mouth. A featherlight touch I felt all the way down to my soul.
I anchored my arms around his neck, needing more. Needing everything he was willing to give me.
“You need to go,” he said again, this time with a pained groan.
We were so close, and yet, not close enough.
“Maybe I don’t want to go.” I kissed him, making the first move. Stroking my tongue into his mouth.
God, he tasted good. My body practically melted at the feel of him.
“I love kissing you.” I smiled against his mouth, completely lost in the sensations swirling inside of me as my lips shaped his. Tasting. Teasing. Taking.
“Harper,” he said gruffly, and I smiled harder. Loving how my name sounded rolling off his tongue.
This was happening. It was really happening. Mason wanted me. He wanted me, and it was everything I’d hoped for.
