CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Sam, stop.”
I was headed to the parking lot, but Mason tapped my arm and gestured to the coat room. It was abandoned and after I passed him, going in first, he shut the door behind us. He didn’t say anything for a while.
I shook my head. I didn’t know what I felt. I wasn’t the jealous type, but he hadn’t told me about Marissa. He should’ve, and when he continued to frown at me, I figured he knew that as well.
A headache was forming, so I lifted a hand to rub my forehead. “Are you going to talk?”
“I have no idea what to say.”
“Point taken.” I started past him again, but he caught my arm and swung me back around.
“Sam, wait.” He touched the other side of my hip, gently, and continued to hold me in front of him. His eyes rolled upwards and I wanted to snort. He was lo
