You're curled up on the couch under a blanket, when the front door clicks open. It's your brothers bestfriend also your lifelong crush

He walks in with his hoodie and hair damp from the rain outside, and his gaze finds you immediately.

"You always sit here alone?" he asks

You shrug, trying to act unfazed. "I like the quiet."

Mason steps closer, standing beside the couch, looking down at you. "Is your brother upstairs?"

"Yeah," you whisper, suddenly realizing how close he is.

He doesn't sit, but his hand brushes the blanket near your knee, just barely. "You've been avoiding me," he says softly, his tone unreadable.

You glance up at him, your heart racing. "No, I haven't."

His lips twitch into a small, knowing smile. "Liar.”

You swallow hard, "What do you want?"

For a moment, he just looks at you, his eyes unreadable, before leaning down slightly. "Maybe I just wanted to see you."