I was stretching on the floor the next morning, getting ready to run, when I heard Mason moving on the bed. I reached for my foot and twisted so I could see him peering at me from above.
“Morning.”
I should’ve been hung over, but I couldn’t stop the pep in my voice. I was going on a run. I was itching for it. It’d been a long two weeks.
He frowned at me. “You’re annoyingly chipper.”
“I know.” I switched feet, reaching for my other one, and laughed, shrugging.
He was right. Everything felt right. He and I would be fine. Whatever my freak out had been—and I still didn’t understand it myself—something in my bones told me everything would be fine. I only had one dilemma left to deal with, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Faith. I didn’t even know if I had to say anything. I wa
