You wake up to the warmth of Mason’s arms around your waist, his cold rings pressing against your skin.

The morning light is soft, and everything feels quiet.

You stay still for a moment, unsure of what to do, trying to make sense of the closeness between you two. It’s familiar, but something about it feels different this time.

The events of the night before come flooding back, your argument with your parents and the sudden decision to crash at Mason’s.

It felt simple then, but now that you’re tangled up with him, it feels more complicated. You wonder if this changes things between you.

You glance at the clock, debating whether to stay or slip out of bed before things get awkward.

Mason’s breathing is steady against your back, and for a moment, you just let yourself enjoy the calm. But the tension is there, hovering just beneath the surface.

Mason shifts a little, but you stay still, trying not to overthink it.

You can feel the pull between you, but you’re not sure what it means or where it’s headed. All you can do is lie there, waiting to figure it out.