I didn’t answer him right away.
Not because I didn’t know what I wanted—but because hearing it said out loud made it real.
“If we cross this door, everything changes.”
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, my hands still curled in his shirt like muscle memory. The hallway light hummed softly behind us. I knew it was the last normal thing I’d hear for a while.
I nodded.
He held me by the wrist, swung his room door open, taking charge of what we were doing. I loved this part of Mason.
His room was dimly lit, but bright enough to see each other and know exactly what we were doing. He pushed my back against the wall, biting my neck even harder.
He slid his hands back into my shirt, then slung it off me. I threw off the shirt I had unbuttoned, spreading my hands over his bare chest.
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