“Mason?” he says, so quietly I barely even hear him over the roar flooding my ears. What…is this… I sink into his gaze, and I feel…something, something big lurking there, just on the horizon. A tug from somewhere inside me, or maybe inside of him… Emotion flares from his eyes, expanding his pupils. And I see myself reflected there, in their black, shiny depths. Is the fear I see mine, or his? My fingers flex against his soft, too-warm skin, and it’s like I’m suddenly outside myself, watching as my lips part. Watching as I start to lean in—
