Page 218 of Playing Dirty
I looked away from Mason for a second.
And accidentally saw Luca and Tessa making out near the dance floor like they were starring in a bad decisions documentary.
That immediate.
That physical.
No hesitation.
No analysis.
Nothing complicated.
My brain betrayed me instantly by comparing it.
And somehow—
that made standing next to Mason feel even more intense.
Which was ridiculous.
Because he wasn’t even touching me anymore.
He noticed where I looked.
Of course he did.
“That bothering you?” he asked.
I frowned. “What?”
“Them.”
“No.”
“You hesitated.”
“You notice too much.”
“That’s not an answer.”
I exhaled sharply.
“Why do you care?”
That question landed hard.
Because for the first time all night—
he genuinely didn’t answer immediately.
MASON
Why did I care?
Bad question.
Worse timing.
