Jace's povMy feet, or rather, my tires, chose for me. They took me somewhere familiar, somewhere safe. Mason’s apartment building.I pulled into a visitor spot and sat there for a full five minutes, staring blankly at the roof of my car, before I could make my legs work.When I finally mustered the courage, I walked up to his door and knocked once, a hesitant rap, and Mason threw the door open, sweatpants clinging to his lean frame, a t-shirt stretched across his chest. He was mid-workout, his hair damp, his eyebrows already drawn together in confusion at the sight of me.“Jace? What the hell, man? It’s Monday. Don’t you have to go—?” He trailed off, his eyes finally scanning my face, the rigid set of my shoulders, the defeated slump of my posture. “Woah. Okay. Don’t tell me. Let’s get you inside first.”He stepped aside, letting me into the quiet apartment. The smell of pizza, unwashed laundry, and expensive cologne hit me all at once. Normally I commented. Today, I didn’t have the
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