6
A few days after their fun carnival date, Mason and Kian paid a visit to Blake’s apartment for the first time. They were both nervous as they knocked on the door that Tuesday evening and waited for Blaketo answer.
“Do you think he’s going to like it?” Mason whispered, doing his best to suppress his nervousness.
Kian faced Mason before shrugging uncertainly. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
“Oh, shit,” Mason hissed under his breath. “What if he hates it? What if he thinks it’s the stupidest idea ever? You know what? Stay right here. I’ll return it to the car.”
Kian reached out and grabbed Mason’s hand. “Don’t do that. I think it’s going to be fine.”
Mason narrowed his eyes at Kian. “You don’t sound confident about it.”
“I’m fucking anxious about Blake’s reaction, okay?” Kian snapped.
“So am I,” Mason retorted.
Kian was about to respond when Blake opened the door. “Hey! Come on in.”