Isobelle
I hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio as Mason drove me into town. We were almost late, thanks to the boys playing “rock paper scissors” to decide who would drive me there. Mason won, much to the boys’ dismay. It meant he got to spend some quality alone time with me down at the harbor. He parked and spent fifteen minutes kissing and cuddling me before it was time for me to meet up with Chloe and Peter at the coffee shop.
“I better get going,” I said, pressing my lips to his one last time.
"One more for luck," he pleaded.
"Have fun," Mason urged, stealing another cheeky kiss.
"I will," I acknowledged, feeling extra lucky.
"Text us when you need us to pick you up," he instructed. “We have plenty of errands to run, so one of us will be around to swing by and
