Serena Rosette
The warmth of Mason’s sheets wrapped around me like a comforting cocoon as I slowly stirred awake. For a moment, I didn’t move—just let the quiet stillness of his place seep into my bones. The air held the faint scent of cedarwood and something inherently him. It made my chest tighten, in a good way.
I hadn’t realized how tired I was until I got here. After finishing dinner with my friends, I’d dragged myself through the door of Mason’s mansion, half-expecting him to question me, to ask why I hadn’t texted back earlier, why I looked like I was carrying the weight of the entire day on my shoulders.
But he didn’t.
He opened the door, saw me, and his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw tightened for just a second, like he was holding back a thousand thoughts, but then it softe
