Lines That Blur
200 Words
Mason avoided me for three days.
Not because he didn’t want to see me — I could feel him everywhere.
In the way people stared when I walked into town.
In the way my father’s jaw tightened every time his phone buzzed.
On the fourth night, I found him again.
The ocean was restless, waves crashing hard against the shore. He stood near the water, sleeves rolled up, tattoos glistening under the moonlight.
“You’re not very good at staying away,” I said.
His jaw flexed. “You’re not very good at listening.”
“Why?” I asked. “Why am I off-limits?”
He turned then, stepping into my space. His voice dropped.
“Because touching you would ruin everything.”
My breath hitched. “You already look like you want to.”
His eyes darkened.
“Careful,” he warned. “I don’t stop once I start.”
The silence between us crackled.
I should’ve walked away.
Instead, I stayed. Feeling him around was enough, even if it was just an awkward moment. The sense of his breath close to mine brought me a since of softness, would give me a chill threw my whole body.
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