“I have a girlfriend,” I said. I’d never said that aloud. Lyla had never said it aloud either. It seemed like such a dumb term, but it was the only way to describe what we had in a way people could understand. She was mine, and I was hers, period. So, if the term girlfriend explained that, I’d stick with it. I wasn’t surprised to see every single one of their jaws drop — everyone besides Prescott and Drew. “Who?!” a few of them asked in unison. “Ho-ly shit.” That was Mason.