The fiery encounter between Mason and Ava ended at 1 in the morning. For Mason, everything was just a coping mechanism for his heartache but for Ava, it was a different thing.
They were fixing their clothes when he asked to take her home.
“I’ll drop you off on my way home,” Mason said quietly. She looked at him quizzically while tying her long hair with red floral scrunchie.
“I’ll just take a cab home, don’t worry about me,” she smiled as she approached him. The collar of his shirt was tucked inside and she reached out to fix it. Her fingers brushed lightly on his neck as she complete the task. He swallowed and closed his eyes. He was starting to feel something rise again. He tuned out this thought and tried to focus on something else.
