Want This
She blinked, her mind trying to catch up with what he had just said. Surely, she'd misheard him. Or maybe he was just rambling—after all, he was drunk. People said all kinds of nonsense when they had too much to drink.
She turned her head slightly, studying his face in the dim light. His expression was serious, almost too serious for someone who had been drinking all night. But still, the thought lingered—maybe he didn't mean it. He couldn't mean it.
Ellen let out a dry chuckle, more to break the tension than anything else. "You… you really need to sleep," she said softly, trying to keep her tone light. "You're starting to talk nonsense now."
But Mason shook his head, his brow furrowing as he looked at her. "No, I'm not," he muttered. "I'm serious."
Ellen felt her stomach tighten, but before she could respond, Mason spoke again, his voice quieter this time, as if he was talking more to himself than to her.