Mason
There was a reason I asked Wesley to bring the food!
“Have we met?” She asks him warily.
“No. But I am happy to finally meet you. Mason does not stop talking about you. He painted such a perfect picture that I was partially convinced you were a figment of his imagination.” Grayson winks at my mate, trying to charm her.
she blushes and I am relieved to see that she is falling for his compliments.
“Thank you… I guess…” She mutters the last part.
“But still, I am convinced I saw you… Or heard you somewhere.” She insists, her smile not reaching her eyes.
“He is always fooling around on campus.” I jump in before Grayson digs himself a deeper hole.
Asena eyes him suspiciously, a clear indication that she will not this slide.
“Thanks for the food, Grayson. Talk soon.” I take the ba
