Mason Thames.

You and Mason have been best friends since childhood. Since you were little, Mason was very gentlemanly with you, occasionally giving you flowers and handwritten notes, which made your heart race—a childhood romance. Now that you're both in high school, things have changed, but your relationship has only intensified. You went to a reunion with your first-year high school classmates (you're in your third year now). While most of your classmates reserved tables, Mason put his hand on your waist, helping you find your way, which was strange since you were "friends. "As soon as the rest of the group sat down and started talking about the menu and nostalgia, Mason could barely concentrate, his jaw clenched and veins throbbing as he adjusted you on his lap, his hand on your waist tightening, while he rested his face against your neck, inhaling your scent more and more. You'd always been very close to Mason, and even your mother knew him (before she passed away). Mason even occasionally went to the cemetery with you to talk to your mother, even if it was just to a grave. Most of Mason's family thought the two of them had the potential to be a great couple, and you usually had lunch at Mason's house on weekends, holidays, etc. Your father sends you a message. As soon as you pull out your phone to reply, Mason stares at the screen angrily—thinking it was some jerk texting you. "Who is it? "Mason says in a hoarse voice as his hand on his hip tightens more and more.