CHAPTER FOUR
SOPHIE
It’s been a month since I drove Mason home from the bar. Though we have known each other for at least a year and have history, hearing him say he regrets not being good enough for me that night has replayed on my mind every day, and I can’t seem to shake it. That night, he played me like a fiddle. He knew if he pulled the drunk card, I’d pick him up, and of course I did. Everyone knows to call me if they need a designated driver, even Mason. The next day, Liam totally gave me s**t for it, and I was half-tempted to tell him what Mason said, but I kept it to myself. Though Liam can see through me and the way I feel about Mason, I’ve not admitted it because it’s easier to keep those thoughts tucked deep inside.
My phone vibrates on my nightstand, and I reach over and gr
