Mason
I drove back home last night in the absolute worst mood I’d been in for years.
Not even Blackburn had tried to reason with me or talk sense into me during the drive. We’d ridden back in complete, uncomfortable silence and I’d gone straight to my bedroom the second we arrived, not even bothering with dinner.
I had absolutely zero appetite for anything.
Seeing Maya tonight had somehow ruined my mood even more than I’d anticipated it would.
Why couldn’t she see that I genuinely, desperately wanted her back in my life? Did she actually need me literally groveling on my hands and knees, crawling after her pathetically, before she’d finally believe that my feelings for her were real and sincere?
I’d gone to bed thinking only about her. Replaying our conversation over and over. I’d ev
