He stopped dead as Scarlett sat comfortably on the edge of his bed. She had changed out of her funeral clothes.
An oversized Reapers hoodie swallowed most of her frame.
She smiled the moment she saw him. "I was waiting for you, you left all of a sudden after the funeral.." Mason frowned immediately.
"What are you doing in my room?"
Scarlett crossed one leg over the other to expose her laps. "I missed you Mason, you don't have to be so cold."
He ignored walked toward his dresser. "You shouldn't be here Scarlett."
She stood."I've been trying to talk to you all week."
"I'm busy."
"You've been avoiding me, why?"
Mason pulled a clean T-shirt over his head. "I'm asking you to leave."
Scarlett ignored him and she stepped closer.
"Mason..."
"I said leave." He was not glaring at her but
