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"Well, I airlfriend and thank you?" This conversation eird "I don’t knohat to say to that"

He shrugged, stepped back, and opened the door wider "Your funeral, lady, if you aren’t who you say you are" He gestured up the stairs "He’s probably still awake We just got back an hour ago Second door on the right"

I stepped inside Shooting him a dark look, I said, "It’s the third door on the left"

He flashed rin "Ah So you have been here before"

"Whose door is the second on the right?"

"Mine" He was bea for the stairs, I s sense He laughed to hione to my roo roo upstairs He plopped down on the couch, pulled a blanket over him, and burrowed face first into the cushions He ht there"

I skiht there" His voice was becoht instead and there they were Flipping theht upstairs, so I could still see When I started up, I heard hiht was off in Mason’s roo fro in, I went to the direction of Mason’s bed and felt for the bedcovers Before I could wake hirabbed onto my wrist With a cement-like hold on ot up froe over me He never made a sound For a moment, my heart paused, and a chill went down my spine Once ere in the hallway, he shut the door and pushed ht illuminated the side of his face, and I could see the fury in his eyes His mouth was pressed in a flat line His jaw clenched, and he rasped out, "What the fuck are you doing?"

The air was held trapped in my throat I couldn’t talk for a second, then I whispered, "Mason?"

His eyes narrowed

I waited a beat

His hand abruptly dropped mine, and he stepped back "Saainst my chest "Holy shit Who did you think I would be?"

A door opened froht shirt and skirt, wiping her ers through it She started out to the hallway, saw us, and jerked back Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open She went back into the roole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>