"You haven't eaten."
"I'm fine."
Her stomach betrayed her. The loud growl echoed through the kitchen.
She closed her eyes. "Traitor."
For the first time that night, the corner of Mason's mouth twitched. "You always did argue with your own stomach."
She stepped around him.
"I'm going back upstairs."
His hand gently wrapped around her wrist gently to make her stop.
"Please, Fluff."
The nickname landed between them like an old photograph as his voice cracked.
"Hate me if you need to." He swallowed. "But are you okay?"
She looked at his hand then at his face as a bitter laugh escaped her.
"You don't get to ask me that."
He slowly released her wrist. "I know."
"You called me every name imaginable, sent me back." Pain flashed across his face.
"And now you locked me upstairs tonigh
