Chapter 63: Between a rock and a hard place.

Mason stood there, caught between what he wanted and what he knew he should do.

Hannah turned, her forehead wrinkled, and her eyes narrowed. Distrust, anger, hurt, and more sadness. Because of him. Because she couldn't trust him to be there when he'd led her on, because for the better part of a year they'd danced around this spark, this pull between them.

Mason took a step toward her, and then another. He needed to touch her, hold her, tell her he'd figure it out. That there was a solution out there. Anything to make her smile. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she moved, lifting up on the balls of her feet. In that moment he knew he was about to take a critical hit, the likes of which would ruin him forever-and he didn't even try to dodge it.