Becoming his Luna

The whole way home, the ride was silent. I curled my legs up to my chest and leaned on the door, avoiding any contact. I could feel the heat coming off of him, his eyes would flicker from the road to me. I felt so connected to him. I almost thought he was different. He walked me to the door and kissed my forehead, wiping a tear from my eye. "I'm so sorry." Were his only words, as he retreated back to his truck. I went to bed crying, I don't know if it's because I felt rejected or because I felt as if it were meant to be, THEN got rejected. One thing I do know, I won't let it happen again. Roseline Thorne and Mason Davos will NOT be a thing.