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My hand was still on his arm, and I pulled him toward me. He didn't need much more of a
signal. He leaned down and kissed me, and in the process, I found myself pressed up against the
wall—very much like with Dimitri in the practice room. Of course, it felt nothing like how it
had with Dimitri, but it was still nice in its way. I put my arms around Mason and started to pull
him closer.
"We could go … somewhere," I said.
He pushed back and laughed. "Not when you're drunk."
"I'm not… that… drunk anymore," I said, trying to pull him back.
Giving me a small kiss on the lips, he stepped back. "Drunk enough. Look, this isn't easy,
believe me. But if you still want me tomorrow—when you're sober—then we'll talk."
He leaned down and kissed me again. I tried to wrap my arms around him, but he broke away
once more.
"Easy there, girl," he teased, backing toward his hallway.
I glared at him, but he only laughed and turned around. As he walked away, my glare faded,
and I headed back to my room with a smile on my face.