Page 89 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“Pashaw! I totally get nervous. Remember how I was with Brandon?”
“Yes. Fine. I guess.”
“Good. Now, since you brought it up, let’s talk about Mason.”
“I didn’t bring it up and there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Well, let’s see. You saw a bookstore and immediately thought of him. You were afraid to go in which means there are still feelings surrounding it. And you are pretending it doesn’t bother you when it does.”
“Fine.”
I pour myself some sake and drink it in one gulp. Then I do another for good measure.
“You’re right. I still think about him. But I’ll be honest. Sometimes I forget what he even looks like.”
“Oh, honey. You need a refresher? You let me know, I have an image of that man burned into both my brains.”
I laugh. “In my defense, I haven’t met or even talked to any other guys since him, so it would be hard to have someone else in my head anyway.”
“Do you want someone else in your head?”
“I don’t want anyone in my head. I want to figure my life out and decorate my house.”
“Okay, nuff said.”
“Okay.”
Our food comes and eating keeps us quiet. I’m a little annoyed that he’s not pushing the Mason thing. But I don’t know how I’d want him to do that or what I’d want him to say. Or even why I’d want him to say anything. The Mason point needs to be moot. And it needs to stay that way.
