Mag-log inLily: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
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







