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I was kissing Mason, but in my head, I was with Dimitri. And it wasn't like I was simply
remembering either. I was actually imagining I was with Dimitri—right now—reliving that
night all over again. With my eyes closed, it was easy to pretend.
But when I opened them and saw Mason's eyes, I knew he was with me. He adored me and had
wanted me for a long time. For me to do this … to be with him and pretend I was with someone
else …
It wasn't right.
I wiggled out of his reach. "No … don't."
Mason stopped immediately because that's the kind of guy he was.
"Too much?" he asked. I nodded. "That's okay. We don't have to do that."
He reached for me again, and I moved farther away. "No, I just don't… I don't know. Let's call
it quits, okay?"
"I…" He was speechless for a moment. "What happened to the 'lots of things' you wanted to
do?"
Yeah … it looked pretty bad, but what could I say? I can't get physical with you because when I
do, I just think about the other guy I actually want. You're just a stand-in.
I swallowed, feeling stupid. "I'm sorry, Mase. I just can't."
He sat up and ran a hand over his hair. "Okay. All right."
I could hear the hardness in his voice. "You're mad."
He glanced over at me, a stormy expression on his face. "I'm just confused. I can't read your
signals. One moment you're hot, the next you're cold. You tell me you want me, you tell me you
don't. If you picked one, that'd be fine, but you keep making me think one thing and then you
end up going in a completely different direction. Not just now—all the time."
It was true. I had gone back and forth with him. Sometimes I was flirty, other times I
completely ignored him.