Mason
“What the actual f**k, Mason?”
I groaned as Trent’s voice echoed through my foyer, then lay back on the couch and tried to pretend like if I didn’t look at him, he wouldn’t be able to see me. Which, of course, was bullshit. But I was fresh out of ideas.
“What day is it, motherfucker?” Trent’s voice was louder now, closer, and despite my better judgment I cracked an eyelid open to find him standing over me, his normally dark expression even darker than usual.
“Leave me alone,” I croaked.
“Nope.” He shoved my feet off the end of the sofa to take a seat on the buttery white leather. “It’s Sunday. And you want to know what happened? I was just f*****g humiliated out there.”
“s**t. Sorry about that.” I turned, pulling my feet up onto the ottoman, then yanked my blanket a little cl
