ISOBEL
Mason didn’t leave immediately like I expected him to as he pulled away. He just stood by the door, with his arms crossed over his chest, and he watched me like he was waiting for something.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” he calmly said.
I blinked and I tried to act like I wasn’t interested. “Which one?”
He slightly tilted his head like he found me amusing and just when I thought he’d let it go, he repeated the question. “Did you miss me?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You were gone for like two days? I barely noticed your absence”
Mason chuckled, but then his expression changed. The amusement fell and was replaced by a look of deep thoughts. He scanned my face, and his eyes stayed on me longer than I liked.
“You’re different,” he finally said in a low voice. “Som
