Alyssa
It's been a few hours since King and Niko left, and Mason is just sitting in an armchair, reading a book. Like, a physical book. Dressed in jeans and a dark-blue dress-shirt, he looks a lot hotter than I remember. I really didn't think I had a thing for forearms, but here we are. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing sinewy muscles and a dusting of hair that catches the light just right, making my heart do an annoying little flip.
It's not surprising that he has barely uttered a word to me. Even in high school, he rarely spoke. He just followed the other dumbasses around, ruling the school and finding time out of their day to f**k with me.
I still find it so strange that I'm allowing my former bullies to protect me and my child. They were so cruel to me. Now they're pretending to c
