"I'm going to go check on dad," Nolan said, grabbing a few extra things before he left. I was alone with Mason. I knew Nolan set this up on purpose. Mason took me into the kitchen and sat me down on a chair at the bar in the middle of the kitchen.
"Are you hungry? I made you a plate," Mason said, settling a plate in front of me. I stopped him as I ran my thumbs over his cheeks.
"Stay still... I need to try something," I said gently. Hesitantly, I leaned forward until my lips were touching his in a kiss. It was warm and gentle, but it wasn't like it used to be. It wasn't Elias' heart-pounding, toe-curdling kiss. It was soft and comfortable, but it wasn't exhilarating. There were no sparks, no breathlessness, no tingles. It was just a kiss...
Lips against lips.
I pulled away disappointed. My cheeks were wet with fresh tears.
"Why couldn't you be my mate?" I asked hoarsely with teary eyes. Mason sighed.
"Nova," he said simply as his thumb caressed my cheeks and brushed my tears away. But I could read between the lines. He was saying the same thing. "I'm so sorry," he whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug. A sob broke from my lips as I buried my head in his chest.
"It's not fair," I sobbed. He kissed my head and rubbed his hand over my back gently.
"Hey, no," he said as he held my face in his hands and made me look at him. His beautiful face was blurred by my tears. "I don't care if you're my mate or not. I will always be there for you. I love you and I'll always have your back no matter what, okay?" he said. I sniffled and nodded. I believed him. I cried on his shoulder for a while until I was reduced to sniffles and the hiccups.
"I have to go back," I said with a hiccup. Mason only nodded slowly.
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