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Chapter 10

Cassidy's POV 

        “But scars are sexy though, right?” Mason gave me wide grin after he’d finished telling me his story. I blushed and looked away. The grin that overtook his face slowly turned into a smirk. Cocky little thing, that he is.

            “I’m sorry about your parents splitting up,” I said quietly. I don’t know what I would have done if my parents got divorced probably bawl my eyes out. I saw that look in Mason’s eyes when he talked about his mom and his little brother. Lee. He said his name was Lee. Mason cared deeply for them and loved them with everything in him. Those emotions and feelings were splayed over his face as plain as day.

            “Don’t be,” he replied. I could tell that his life had turned out better than some would have been if they were placed in his situation. You could still a little a flicker of hurt embedded in his striking greens eyes. There were a few moments when neither of us spoke. It wasn’t awkward; we were just sitting in silence.

            “How long have we been in here?” Mason looked up to meet my eyes. I pulled my phone out of my bag to check the time and figured up in my head how long we’d been stuck in here.

            “Uh…” I was calculating, “around forty minutes or so.” He exhaled loudly that ended in a slight groan. He laid back so his back was on the floor of the elevator, and his knees were still bent. I couldn’t help noticing the little sliver of skin and the waistband of his boxers, that I now know are red plaid, that were exposed as his shirt rode up.

            “So you have a boyfriend?” Mason asked out of the blue. I jumped, startled, because I was jus sitting there staring at him out of my peripheral vision.

            “Uh…the answer to your question is no, but why do you even want to know?” I wondered. I mean is this guy just making small talk, or is he really curious in my relationship status.

            “Well you’re gorgeous; I figured there must be some lucky guy,” he said as a blush crept up his cheeks. He is so freaking adorable. I couldn’t help the little part inside of me that was squealing  and jumping for joy at the fact that the hot guy thinks I’m pretty.

            “Thanks,” I said with a smile that threatened to crack my face, “but I don’t see a lucky guy falling from the sky in the near future.”

            “Why?” he asked with sheer curiosity on his face. He was so easy to read. You could tell he wore his heart on his sleeve.

            “My brother,” I mumbled.

            “Ah,” he said as the pieces fell into place. He nodded in understanding. Mason had shared a story with me, and for the life of me, I don’t why I found this guy, a perfect stranger, so trustworthy. It has to be his eyes. Those eyes carried no malice or deceit; he was an open book. If I asked, I’m sure he’d tell. So here goes nothing.

            “Since we’re sharing…you want to hear a story?” I asked tentatively. He turned his head, he had been staring at the ceiling fiddling with his pockets, and looked at me. Like really looked me. His eyes were glittering in amusement, and he looked so excited that I had decided to tell him something about myself. I could’ve laughed at the expression on his face; the look on his face mirrored that of an eight year old who’d just been given a pony.

            “I’m all ears,” he said bemused through a small smile.