CHAPTER THIRTY
RENCY’S POV
It was in the wee hours of the morning when we fell asleep right on the plushness of couch in my living room. It was impossible to imagine that a man who protruded such a calm, easy-going demeanor could actually be hiding so much pain. The smiles and his entire playboy charm was just a mask he wore to cover up the messed up kid he actually was. For a brief moment I’d wondered if I was the one in his circumstances, I would have survived but it seemed pretty unlikely. I thought my life was actually f****d up and maybe it was but Mason was on a whole another level of messed up.
It was around eleven a.m. when I stirred from my sleep, to find my head on his chest while he slept. His breathing was subtle, barely audible and his whole body exuding calmness. I t
