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Mason laughed. “No, you don’t.”
“If we really have a shot at whatever this is, I needed to see this.”
“So that you’ll resent me? Give me a break.” Mason turned his head to the women on the stage. “We both know what you really want to ask me. So just ask it.”
He was right. I had to know. “Who would Patrick choose?”
“Number twelve. That’s his type.”
I looked back at the stage. She had long dark hair. Her skin was perfectly tanned. I wanted her tits to be saggy and for her ass to have stretch marks, but that wasn’t the case. She was perfect. And she didn’t look anything like me. I ran my thumb along the spot where my engagement ring once was. I wasn’t Patrick’s type. He liked women like number twelve. Why was he ever even with me? That’s why he never looked at me the way Mason did. He wasn’t even attracted to me.
“Mason, I’m sorry.”
He didn’t respond.
I turned around but the room was empty, the door ajar. “Mason?” I ran out of the room and down the hallway. “Mason?!” I yelled as I pushed open the doors.
“I guess it didn’t work out for you?” the bouncer said.
“What?”
“You know, if you need more practice…”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Excuse me,” I said and walked past him and out the front door. Snow had started falling and there was already a coating on the ground. I pulled my jacket tightly around myself. I wasn’t expecting to leave here alone. Mason and I had walked here together through Central Park. I had made a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have trusted him.
I pulled my phone out of my purse and pressed on his name. I held my phone up to my ear but it went straight to voicemail. Shit. Maybe he had decided to walk home?
I ran across the street and down the steps into the park. The ground was getting sleek in spots, but I couldn’t stop running. I needed to catch up to him. I needed to tell him I was sorry.
I didn’t care about his past with ex cheerleaders and girls in sparkly dresses. None of that mattered. What mattered was us, right now. And I loved us. I needed to stop thinking the worst would happen when all Mason ever showed me was his best.
I turned the corner and saw him in the distance. “Mason!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
He scrunched up his shoulders and picked up his pace.
I knew he had heard me. I picked up my pace and slid on the wet sidewalk, landing hard on my ass. “Damn it.” My hand landed in a pile of snow. I looked at Mason and then back at the ground. “Hey, Mason!” I picked up a handful of snow, waded it up, and threw it as hard as I could.
It hit the back of Mason’s jacket. He stopped and shook his head. When he turned around he was actually smiling. He started walking toward me. “You’re going to regret that!” he said.
Crap. I turned around and tried to walk as fast as I could on the wet pavement. A second later, a snowball hit my ass. I heard Mason laughing in the distance. I grabbed another snowball, turned around and threw it at him. He easily dodged it, grabbed another handful of snow, and threw it at me.
I tried to run away but his snowball hit my ass again. I felt his hands grab my hips as he spun me around. He was smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I don’t like when you’re mad at me,” I said.
“Then don’t make me mad.”
I lightly pushed his chest.
He pretended to fall backwards and pulled me down on top of him into the snow.
“Mason!” I laughed.
“I don’t like when you’re mad at me either.” He ran his fingers through my hair.
“I’m sorry. I do trust you. I just…”
“I know.” He stared at me for a second. “Was that the closure you needed?”
