Haru
I was still seething and my face flushing hot from embarrassment when Mason sat down on the futon beside me.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said as I lifted the back of my hand to my lips.
Mason caught my wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning away the lipstick,” I said.
He looked troubled for a moment. He said, “You’ll…dirty the expensive kimono.”
Shit! He was right. I might accidentally rub my lips against the kimono and stupid Isaac would be pissed with me.
“Tissue,” I said, looking around the room for signs of one. But of course, there was none.
I scrambled up, but Mason caught me again and asked, “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom to clean my face and take off this kimono,” I said.
“Before that, can we talk?” he asked.
I guessed he wanted to calm me down, which was so Mason, the peacemaker of the family.
I obediently sat. “Okay.”
He chuckled. “That’s our Haru.” He ruffled my hair, his hand warm on my head.