You had been driving for seven hours, and you still had three to go. Mason sat with you in the back, your head resting against his shoulder as you slept. He had his own head laying atop yours, his arm around your shoulder, as he began to regret asking you if you would like to take a roadtrip with Brooke and his mom. This wasn’t as romantic as he had imagined.

He scrolled on Instagram after he found himself unable to fall back asleep, kissing your head from time to time.