Chapter forty-one

My head was buzzing as I took in the sight of Mason standing in front of me. His shoulders were hunched, his hands crammed in his pants pocket. His hair looked crazy like he hadn't been taking care of it for a long time. It reminded me of how I always comb and style it whenever we go out. As the memories rushed back, I instantly shut my eyes, fighting back the feelings. When I reopened my eyes, they slowly trailed speechlessly down his neat clothes—a pair of blue jeans and a plain white shirt with a canvas.

He looks absolutely amazing, just like always. I was still in shock, and I went completely slack, causing my phone to clatter to the floor. "Miss..." the boutique owner suddenly muttered, though she was kind enough to catch the phone before it hit the ground.

"Here, your phone… Miss," the woman muttered, looking confused. Reaching my trembling hands forward, I quickly snatched it before turning back and rushing back to the dressing room. “Ash……” I heard my name followed by manl