“Sam?”
“Raelynn.”
Courtney, Grace, and Heather all turned around.
“What about her?” Courtney asked.
“Who’s Raelynn?” That was Heather.
“She was there.”
“What?” Courtney turned fully around, her hand holding onto the back of the seat between us. “Are you sure?”
“No.” Grace shook her head. “She’s injured. I talked to some of the girls, and they said she was still limping and stuff.”
“No.” I was certain. “Well, she might still be injured, but she walked past me. I was leaving the bathroom, and she was going in.”
“Did she see you?”
I frowned. “I recognized her, but I don’t think she did me. Her eyes were glazed over. She was holding hands with another girl.”
“Faith?”
“No. Someone else.” The more I thought about it, the better I remembered. There was no limp, no hesitation. She walked as freely as I did. “I guess she’s all healed up.”
“But that doesn’t mean anything. Walking doesn’t mean she can run.”
“Yeah.” I felt a pang in my chest. I nodded, moving my head against Mason’s chest. “You’re right.”
“Who is Raelynn, and who has faith?”
Grace started giggling at Heather’s question.
Even Courtney was fighting back a grin as she tried to explain. “Faith is the girl who—”
“Faith is Kate, but instead of Mason, it’s their cross-country team,” Logan cut in.
Heather nodded. “Ah. Got it.” She looked at me. “What a bitch.”
“Faith didn’t jump me in a bathroom.”
“That’s good.” Heather narrowed her eyes. “For her.”
“You were jumped?” Courtney asked.
I nodded. “I never did get her back.”
“We did.” Logan met my gaze in the rearview mirror. “We took care of her.”
That pang was there again, flipping over in my stomach now.
I peered up at Mason again, letting out a soft sigh.
His arm tightened around me. He dropped his head, murmuring into my ear so no one else could hear, “You okay?”
I looked back up to him, saw the concern, and the guilt went away. I said, so softly, for only him to hear, “I missed you tonight.”
He turned his head, just slightly. His lips almost touching mine, and he said quietly back, “I missed you too.”
I did not want to be broken up anymore. I rested my head on his shoulder, my lips grazing his neck. “How long do we have to do this?”
His lips touched mine, just barely. “I don’t think we have to anymore.”
“Yeah?” My eyes found his. Hope came alive in my chest.
“Yeah.” He nodded, his eyes dark with lust and love.
I felt the tingling in my body. It spread all the way to my toes and fingers. Even drunk, I could feel it. I shifted closer to him, bringing our lips in contact, just for a second. I was forgetting where we were.
“Did you fix it?” I asked.
He touched my hand, locking our fingers. “I’m trying to.”
God.
I wanted that so much. Maybe too much. The need for him swam in me, intoxicating me all over again.
“That’d be wonderful.”
“Sam.”
“Yeah?” I sat up, straddling him and not giving one shit who was with us in that car. I was selfish in that moment, and everyone had better be looking away.
He stared right back at me, and his lips curved in a smile. “I think we’re going to be okay.”
“Yeah?” I matched his smile.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Screw it. I sank against him, letting my body mold to his, and my lips fused with his. Just fuck it. I couldn’t stay away any longer.
Mine. That was what he’d said to that guy, and I pulled back just enough to tell him, “You’re mine too.”
“Always.”
I nodded. “Always.”
Then we were kissing again, and I didn’t think anymore. I was too busy being happy.
I was stretching on the floor the next morning, getting ready to run, when I heard Mason moving on the bed. I reached for my foot and twisted so I could see him peering at me from above.
“Morning.”
I should’ve been hung over, but I couldn’t stop the pep in my voice. I was going on a run. I was itching for it. It’d been a long two weeks.
He frowned at me. “You’re annoyingly chipper.”
“I know.” I switched feet, reaching for my other one, and laughed, shrugging.
He was right. Everything felt right. He and I would be fine. Whatever my freak out had been—and I still didn’t understand it myself—something in my bones told me everything would be fine. I only had one dilemma left to deal with, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Faith. I didn’t even know if I had to say anything. I was clueless, but I was ready.