After ten minutes had passed, Mason was
starting to get worried. Had Parker forgotten, had he left him
standing there deliberately? Was all that had happened—earlier that
day, the ride to school, the lunch room, and the events of
Friday—just been a dream?
“Hi bud, sorry to have kept ya,” a voice said
from behind him.
Mason spun round and was immediately captured
by a pair of soft grey eyes. “Oh, that’s okay, I just arrived
myself.” Mason was relieved, aroused, happy.
Parker raised an eyebrow. “Liar.”
Mason felt his face heat up.
“Coach wanted a word with me after practice,
and…” The shy side of Parker seemed to be coming to the fore. Up
until Friday night when his mom had poked her head around the
French doors, Mason hadn’t known there was a vulnerable side to the
star jock. He couldn’t help but fall even more in love with Parker
because of it.
“No problem. Uh, you said you wanted to
talk.”
“Yeah.” Parker unlocked the door to his truck