“I just… are you Alex or are you Mason? I don’t know. I need some time.” Blowing out a breath, I nod, my insides tossing. “The people who named me Alexander are dead to me. Mason is the name I chose—the name that makes me feel free. But a name is just a name, little bird. You can call me whatever you want.” Kissing her lightly on the lips, I stand up and wink. “In case that was the last one I ever get.” The corners of her mouth twitch. “You’re a prick.” I move to the door, turning around to smile. “But I’m your prick, whether you claim me or not.”
