Chapter Eleven
I had intended to dash up to my apartment by myself and return to Mason with the book, but when I glanced back and saw him following me out the back door and into the warm night, I gulped.
“Or…you could just, you know, come with me,” I revised, pretty sure I didn’t want him to come with me at all.
Mason. Alone with me in my apartment. The two together threw my breathing all out of whack and made Eva’s warning—don’t do it, don’t do it—whirl through my brain.
He snorted. “Hey, you’re not leaving me in there by myself with fifty other Eva Mercers lurking about. I might be molested before you returned.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, my God. Drama much?” But really, I wasn’t all that certain he was joking.
Did every drunk girl throw herself at him?
Okay, that was a stupid questio
