Page 115 of Tell Me I'm Enough

Mason: Wanna talk about it?

Simone: Maybe…

Mason: Want me to come get you?

Simone: You don’t have to do that

Mason: Too late. Already on the way

Simone: Mase…

Mason: Sim…

Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the door.

Lani is already passed out, so I quietly get up to open it. Mason is standing there with a pint of ice cream and a soft smile.

I shake my head and laugh. “Smart man.”

“Figured it might help a little.” He nods towards the hall. “Come on.”

I give him a confused look. “Where are we going?”

“For a drive.”

“I’m in PJs.”

He lets out a little laugh. “I feel like we’ve had thisexactconversation before.”

“Let me at least go change this time.”

He shakes his head. “I think it’s better this way.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Then maybeyoushould be in PJs too.”

“I don’t have PJs. I’m a grown man. I just sleep in my boxers.”

Do not picture that, Simone. No inappropriate images of our friends.

Even if they do look like a Hollister model or the fourth Hemsworth brother.

Ew, no. This is like thinking about a family member naked. Stop.

“Simone,” Mason says, pulling me back from my ill-suited thoughts.

“Huh,” I answer nervously.

“Were you imagining me in my boxers?”

I let out a noise I’ve never heard myself make before. “What!? No! Of course not.”

He just looks down at me and smirks like he knows I’m lying.

I snatch the ice cream and push past him. When I turn around, he’s still standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a smug look on his face.

“Come on,” I tell him.

He laughs and pushes off the doorframe, coming to walk beside me.