CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MASON’S POV
“I may need to borrow your car,” I voiced the moment I came back inside the house where Cohen was lying on his back, with his eyes glued on his phone screen. His gaze puckered up to give me a confused frown.
“What?” he c****d an eyebrow. I had been crashing with him at his place for the past two weeks, unable to bear the fact that Rency actually didn’t want anything to do with me. It was over a month since I last saw her at close contact and I would be lying if I said I was doing fine.
“I’m going to meet up with Rency,” I answered. It sounded foreign even in my own ears. It was only like an hour ago I was sitting on the balcony of Cohen house, overlooking the city night life while letting myself burn in the memories of Rency and I. We had only been
