My lips drop to a frown as I cross my arms in front of me and shake my head at this over-the-top man. “Mason! We just discussed this!”
“We did, but clearly I already had this one made. Will you open it?” He taps the box into my hands as if daring me not to do just that. But my guilt is strong, I did nothing for him for today, taking something else when he’s done all of this for me already? It doesn’t seem right.
“Fine, but give it to me too for Christmas. The holiday we’re supposed to exchange gifts, so I have the chance to give you something too.”
“God, you make everything difficult.” He cradles my hand, opening it up for him to set the box down within it.
“I do, don’t I?”
“Apparently I’m a sucker for punishme
