Page 74 of Please Save Me

“Can we get fast food?” Mason chirped.

Sebastian hesitated as he fought a grimace. “Anything for you.”

“And you’ll eat with me?”

Her request caused him to stiffen.

“Mason, you know Seb doesn’t eat that shit.His body is a templeor whatever,” Lucian mocked, causing Sebastian to almost shrink in size.

I wanted Seb to stick up for himself and say one time wouldn’t kill him, even if he turned back to say no once he and Mason got to the drive through. But hedidn’t. And why the fuck didn’t he? Sebastian had told me to my face he hated me. He wasn’t some meek, scared child.

“All I really want to do is go stargazing, but maybe I’ll steal a couple of fries,” he admitted.

And Mason’s smile fell a little. I knew Seb loved Mason, maybe a little too much, and all I wanted to do was take him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him. But that would require me to be personally invested in Sebastian… which I wasn’t.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

“I’ll probably just have some pretzels and call it a night,” Mason mumbled.

“Ahht, no.” Lucian finally stood up, only to wrap his arm around Mason’s shoulders.

She looked at him like he was the moon.

“Your therapist has literally said skipping meals is your onlyno,” he scolded.

But my heart stood still.

“Mason has a therapist?” Sebastian’s question echoed my thoughts, and she reddened like that was something we weren’t supposed to know.

Just howmanysecrets was Mason hiding, and why?

“It’s not reallyhas.” Mason picked at the Band-Aid on her thumb as she mumbled. “I just started seeing her when my dad died. It’s so you guys didn’t have to deal with me grieving.”

The room fell deathly silent, leaving Mason’s words to hang in the air like poison. Sebastian seemed to be the first person to take in her words.

“Mason, why wouldn’t you tell me?” The quiver in his voice betrayed his hurt.

She looked away and withdrew her hand from Sebastian’s. “I just know I’m a lot, and everyone here has their own thing to deal with.”

Sebastian seemed personally offended by her statement, not that I felt any different.

“Mason… I’ve been there for you througheverything. Why didn’t you tell me?” His tone was sterner now, but that damn shake still lingered.

Mason didn’t answer, keeping her attention cemented on the floor.

“We’re supposed to be together forever,” Sebastian continued. “How are we ever going to get married and live a normal life if you keep hiding stuff from me?”

Lucian laughed just once, but I had no idea what the fuck was funny about this situation.

“I’m going to go grab dinner for me and Masie,” Lucian explained before pushing past Seb, making sure to pat his brother on the back. “Cam, if you want something, just text me.”

Mason followed him with her eyes, a small, panicked look on her face. As her lips parted, I wondered if she was going to ask to go with him. But Sebastian wasn’t going to let her walk away.

“Princess, you do want to get married, right?” His tone was almost pleading.

She looked up at me, and I knew she wanted me to intervene. But that was the problem: I couldn’t. I knew Lucian was planning on proposing to Mason, and it was up to her if she accepted. Just like it was up to her to tell Seb if she wasn’t interested in marrying him.

Whenever either of those happened, it’d undoubtedly be a messy situation, but it couldn’t be worse than everything else going on. When a dumpster was on fire, it didn’t matter if someone added more trash. It’d always be a flaming pile of garbage, no matter which way you looked at it.

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