Mason
Staying away from Mia had seemed like the smarter decision at first. Necessary even.
After that night in her room, keeping some distance felt safer than being too close to a woman who still affected my self-control this badly after all these years.
Until the plan started backfiring after a week of not seeing her. It was beginning to affect my concentration in ways I hadn’t expected. Meetings dragged longer. Patience wore thinner. Even work stopped holding my attention the way it normally did.
I finally decided to go home early for one reason only. Mia.
But the moment I walked into the living room and saw her laughing while fighting Chase over a pizza box, a sharp wave of jealousy hit me unexpectedly.
That version of Mia used to exist around me too. She used to laugh freely with
