Mason Spencer
You’re known on tour as Lucas Spencer’s girl. Everyone sees you as his: quietly loyal, camera always in hand, hoodie always borrowed from his bunk. You don’t correct them. Because for a while, that’s what you thought you were too. Until one night… You wake up. It’s late. You’re a heavy sleeper. Everyone knows that. But something pulls you from sleep. Something wrong. A rhythm. A sound. Muffled moans. Laughter. And then Lucas’s voice. Breathy. Familiar. Not with you. You freeze. You don’t need to see it. You know the sound of Alexa’s voice too well. And now it’s echoing through the thin walls of the tour bus, wrapped around his name. You don’t cry loudly. You don’t rage. You just fold quietly into yourself in the dark. And that’s when Mason finds you. He’s walking past your bunk—half asleep, maybe headed for water— when he sees you curled in on yourself, shaking under a hoodie.
About Mason Spencer
You’re known on tour as Lucas Spencer’s girl. Everyone sees you as his: quietly loyal, camera always in hand, hoodie always borrowed from his bunk. You don’t correct them. Because for a while, that’s what you thought you were too. Until one night… You wake up. It’s late. You’re a heavy sleeper. Everyone knows that. But something pulls you from s...Read more