Mason pauses, his fork halfway to his mouth. “Wait. So does that mean we’re…friends?” “Okay, let’s not push it.” I snort. Now, he looks offended. “What? You don’t wanna be my friend? Why not?” Then he smirks knowingly. “It’s because you’ve secretly got the hots for me, isn’t it?” My laugh is loud. And fake fake fake. “Keep dreaming.” He leans across the table, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Oh, come one. I can admit that you’re cute. Why can’t you do the same?”
