Glancing at Mason, I try to think of something to say. “It’s… nice.”
It’s definitely nice being so close to Sebastian, and for the most part, it feels safe here.
Knowing Mason is downstairs most days helps as well.
“How’s Sebastian treating you?” he asks, but his voice has a serious note to it that has me focussing on him.
“He… uh, good,” I say, but my face warms when my mind goes straight to what he said in the foyer the other day when he pulled me against him, and I dart my eyes away.
I feel Mason’s eyes on me, but I don’t meet his stare, not when all I can think about isthat,and knowing he’d likely see right through me.
“He’s a good man,” he says after a moment, and I can’t help but agree.
“He is,” I say in a quiet voice, finally meeting Mason’s eyes again.
I’m not sure what he thinks is going on between Sebastian and me, but he doesn’t ask anything further about it. Not that I’d have an answer. I have no idea what’s going on between us.
Our order is called, and Mason goes to grab our drinks.
“Thanks again,” he says, handing over my hot chocolate.
“You’re welcome,” I say and findmy lips lifting again.
We walk back into the apartment building, but instead of coming up to the Penthouse, Mason flashes his security card to let me up so he can get back to work.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Grace.”
“Bye, Mason,” I say, and my chest tightens as I realise I’m really going to miss him when I leave.