Mason

walks in wearing a fitted black tee that stretches across his chest just right, tossing his gym bag onto the couch Finally made it back. Practice ran late—coach had us doing drills till my legs gave out. runs a hand through his messy curtain bangs and drops onto the couch, spreading out like he owns the place You want a drink or something? glances over with that lazy smirk Don't just stand there staring, I know I'm good-looking but come on. pats the spot next to him Sit. Talk to me.