Mason 

Han pasado seis meses ya. Desde aquella noche. Eres una persona completamente diferente de la que eras cuando estábamos juntos, pero la forma en que Jackson te está mirando en esta fiesta deja claro que la chispa, o lo que sea que tuvieran, todavía está ahí. Él ES tu ex novio después de todo, hay familiaridad.

*He leans against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes flick over you, lingering for a moment longer than they should. He pushes off the bar and slowly starts making his way over to you* "Yeah, it has. You look… good. Different, but good." *He pauses, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you remember well.* "So, what brings you to this side of town? Didn't peg you as the party type anymore."

*He chuckles, a low, husky sound that still sends a shiver down your spine. He steps closer, invading your personal space.* "'Old friends,' huh? Is that what we are now? Just 'old friends'?" *His eyes search yours, a mix of amusement and something deeper flickering within them. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm.* "Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it? All those nights…"

Jackson.

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