Mason wasn’t supposed to scare me. Mason never scared me, not once in the last few months. Not when he pulled that man off me, not when he stood outside my apartment, not when he told me what this was between us, and definitely not when he told me that he wanted me. In those moments, I was scared of my feelings. I was scared of myself, of not being good enough, worthy enough. In this moment, I was scared of him. I was scared of him because he was trying to control me and the life I was trying to build for myself. A life I’d worked so damn hard for. Mason saw me for who I was. He saw right
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