“There hasn’t been much to laugh about lately.” His solemn tone deflates the ballooning need between us. “Is it that bad?” From where I’m perched, he looks better than ever. Mason shrugs, his eyes busy eating me for dessert. “I can’t seem to recall at this very moment.” There’s no controlling my squirm. “You’re giving me a lot of credit.” “That you’ve earned. I’m cluttered junk and that just so happens to be your specialty.”
