Page 304 of Playing Dirty

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MASON

I stared at my own message after sending it.

Not really.

That was a stupid thing to admit.

Not because it was dramatic.

Because it was real.

My phone stayed still for a few seconds.

Then:

Rowan:

Where are you?

I exhaled through my nose.

Of course she didn’t ignore it.

Mason:

Locker hallway.

Rowan:

Still at campus?

Mason:

Yeah.

Typing bubbles appeared immediately.

Then stopped.

Then started again.

Rowan:

I’m coming.

That made me pause.

I actually looked at the screen properly now.

Mason:

You don’t have to.

Rowan:

I know.

And that was it.

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