Page 234 of Playing Dirty
ROWAN
Jace was absolutely the type of friend every group accidentally adopts.
Loud. Annoying. Somehow impossible not to like.
“You know,” he said to me, “Mason used to be worse.”
Mason groaned instantly. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I absolutely will.”
I looked between them. “Worse how?”
“He once ignored a girl for three straight days because she reorganized his fridge.”
I blinked. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish.”
“It wasn’t my fridge anymore,” Mason defended.
“That is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.”
“She put ketchup next to the eggs.”
“That’s not a crime!”
“It should be.”
I stared at him for a second.
Then burst out laughing.
Like fully laughing this time.
And Mason—
actually smiled.
Not the tiny almost version.
A real one.
Jace slapped my shoulder dramatically. “Holy shit, she unlocked it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mason muttered, already losing the smile again.
Too late.
I saw it.
And honestly?
That might’ve been the hottest thing all night.
MASON
The way she looked at me after laughing should honestly be illegal.
