MIA
Kissing Mason last night had been reckless enough, but I didn’t want to start avoiding him afterward and create that awkward tension again.
Neither did I want Mason disappearing for another couple of days because of what happened.
So there I was the next morning standing outside his bedroom with a cup of coffee in my hand rehearsing what to say before finally knocking softly.
He opened the door a minute later and looked just as surprised to see me as he did last night.
His hair looked messy like he had run his hand through it recently, and the fitted white shirt stretching over his chest and arms was doing absolutely nothing good for my self-control.
I quickly held the coffee toward him before my thoughts got worse. “Good luck with the speech today.”
A small smile tugged at his
