LOGINLily:“So, finally spoken to Trevor?” Mason asked through the phone as I got home that nightI froze.I had been trying to avoid talking to him about this topic, but of course he had to ask.“Not yet…” I said “Lily…do you want me to call him myself and tell him that you're with me?”He asked with a strained voice.“No, I'm going to talk to him, I promise. I tried talking to him earlier, but was unable to. His mom was there.”“His mom?” Mason asked.“Yeah.” I nodded, hoping he wouldn't ask any further questions.“Why was his mom there?”I sighed.“Because she wanted to see me.”“And why the hell did she want to see you?” Mason asked. His voice sounded suspicious. Might as well just tell him now.“Because…he may have told her that I was his girlfriend.”Silence. Uncomfortable long silence.At some point I thought he'd hung up.“Mason?”“I am here.” He gritted.“Look, it wasn't my fault…”“I know.” He interrupted. “I know it wasn't your fault. That's why I'm going to tell him to back o
Lily:It felt awkward staring at the old woman smiling at me.My smile was frozen in place.I couldn't believe Trevor had told her I was his girlfriend.What was he thinking?We were both seated in one if the booths while Trevor was conveniently answering a call somewhere…I sighed.“You're really beautiful. Thank you for taking care of my Trevor.”It was the third time she was thanking me, and I wasn't sure what to make of it now.“Thank you, and it was my pleasure. He's been nice to me.”I smiled, hoping that I looked convincing enough…“Well, i hope so darling. He should be treating his woman well.”I cringed.I knew I should set the record straight, but his mother looked so happy, it made me a little sad to have to tell her son was in over his headSo, I pretended that it wasn't a big deal, and smiled, and answered her questions.She wasn't the one I was going to kill, it was Trevor.Wait till Mason finds out, he would not find it funny either.I sighed, my thoughts a complete mes
Lily:My phone rang, waking me up before my alarm clock did, and I picked it up, thinking it was Mason.“Hey, baby…”“Baby?” My mom's voice came through the phone.I froze.“Mom? Hey, how are you?” I stood abruptly, wiping the sleepiness from my eyes.“I'm great my love. How are you?” she asked, in her usual soothing breathy voice.“Good, good,” I said with a smile.“How's Singapore?”“Oh, Singapore is lovely. The research is going great…” She paused for a second mid-sentence, and then spoke again. “Your stepdad says hi.”“Oh, say hi back for me.”And in her usual fashion, she put down her phone and said hi.I rolled my eyes.“Anyway, how's Malibu treating you? I really wish I could be there right now to spend time with you.”“Yeah, me too.”I smiled“How's Mason? I saw a picture of you both at the community center friendly match the other day…”My blood froze in my veins on hearing that.“What?” “I said as I saw a cute picture on the tabloids yesterday of you too looking so cute. I
Mason's Packing was always chaos, but it felt different this time. I kept stealing glances at Lily as she threw clothes into her suitcase, hair messy, lips slightly swollen from the night before at the bar. She had that tired-but-beautiful look that made it impossible to focus on anything else. “Do you really need three pairs of shoes?” I asked, holding up one of the boxes she’d tossed into her bag. She shot me a look over her shoulder. “I'm not leaving my shoes behind.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.” “Hey,” she said, smirking, “I pack for survival, not for your approval.” We worked in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying not to step too close. But every time our hands brushed, my pulse jumped. I caught her looking at me more than once, that same little spark in her eyes that said she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Her dad appeared behind her, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Lily, here. Let me help,” he said. His tone was gentle, b
Mason's Packing was always chaos, but it felt different this time. I kept stealing glances at Lily as she threw clothes into her suitcase, hair messy, lips slightly swollen from the night before at the bar. She had that tired-but-beautiful look that made it impossible to focus on anything else. “Do you really need three pairs of shoes?” I asked, holding up one of the boxes she’d tossed into her bag. She shot me a look over her shoulder. “I'm not leaving my shoes behind.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.” “Hey,” she said, smirking, “I pack for survival, not for your approval.” We worked in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying not to step too close. But every time our hands brushed, my pulse jumped. I caught her looking at me more than once, that same little spark in her eyes that said she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Her dad appeared behind her, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Lily, here. Let me help,” he said. His tone was gentle, b
Mason's Packing was always chaos, but it felt different this time. I kept stealing glances at Lily as she threw clothes into her suitcase, hair messy, lips slightly swollen from the night before at the bar. She had that tired-but-beautiful look that made it impossible to focus on anything else. “Do you really need three pairs of shoes?” I asked, holding up one of the boxes she’d tossed into her bag. She shot me a look over her shoulder. “I'm not leaving my shoes behind.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.” “Hey,” she said, smirking, “I pack for survival, not for your approval.” We worked in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying not to step too close. But every time our hands brushed, my pulse jumped. I caught her looking at me more than once, that same little spark in her eyes that said she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Her dad appeared behind her, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Lily, here. Let me help,” he said. His tone was gentle, b







