I don't even know where to start. That night just felt off. I couldn't stop thinking about Ethan that night, me knowing fully well he might never tell me goodnight again.
No matter how funny Mason's jokes were, no matter how much popcorn he threw at me, or how he said random things just so we could talk. I still wasn't in that mood, I couldn't laugh or say a word.
Mason was being his usual self, but I wasn't. Then he went off to tickle me, and I laughed—not because I wanted to but because Mason was trying to make everything normal, and I didn't just have the heart to ruin it.
My mind wasn't really with Mason. It was with him. I kept looking around, just to see him because I noticed the study light was up, and he had to be in their library.
Mason always caught me staring, but he never t
