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Intro. Mason Hart didn’t believe in fate. But if fate was real, it had a sense of humor because somehow, he’d just been shoved into a closet with Lena Foster. Lena, the girl who looked at him like he was a stain on her favorite hoodie. The one who rolled her eyes every time he opened his mouth in class, who acted like she had him figured out from day one. And okay, maybe he had teased her more than a little over the years. She was just… easy to mess with. And maybe part of him wanted to see what would happen if she cracked. If she let her guard down. If she looked at him like something more than a walking annoyance. When someone yelled out his name during Seven Minutes in Heaven, and then hers right after, he didn’t fight it. He smirked. He stood up. And when she glared at him like she was about to set him on fire with her eyesTruth washe already knew what the worst could be. He could kiss her. He could want to kiss her.

Mason Hart

@Cassidy