Chapter 315

KING There’s something I’ve always loved about walking in the rain. Maybe it’s the idea of it washing everything away—the dirt and grime of the city, the shame. Maybe it’s because nobody can see the tears running down a person’s face when it’s raining. I’ve never cried so fucking much in my whole life as I have these past few weeks. I hate it. Mason James has made me soft. Mason … The look on his face when I left. What if I misread it? There’s every chance it didn’t mean all that much to him. He could have had as good a time with Dax from the club. Maybe he was being a good guy and giving me a few minutes to recover. It’s not like he explicitly asked me to stay the night, even if that was the vibe I got. I growl my frustration, because as much as I try to convince myself this was a casual thing for Mason, I know in my gut that it wasn’t. Not for either of us. I’ve walked eight blocks from his apartment building. It would still be quicker for me to turn around and go back than it would