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Ever since I had stopped spending as much time at the apartment, often staying with Mason at the mansion, Avery had enjoyed having full run of the place. Sometimes I wondered if she left messes for me to come back to because she was trying to send the message that I needed to be home more or didn’t want me to be here at all.
    I set the package down on the table, looking at the brown packaging curiously. My name was printed on the front in big block letters. There was no return address.
    I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, wiping off some sort of sticky substance from the blade as best I could. I shook my head in disbelief as I took a quick look around the cluttered and dirty kitchen and I then dug into the package. My heart sunk as I pulled the paper away, staring down at Jake’s dark hoodie. A scream escaped my mouth as I stood there, staring.
    I carefully picked it up, not knowing what else may be in the package. Thankfully, there was nothing except a note with neat handwriting on it, obviously not from Jake. Here’s your gift back. Jake doesn’t need anything from you. I thought about the impulse buy when Jake and I were out shopping just a few days after we had met, when he had still apparently been dating Stacey.  I couldn’t stand the old tattered sweatshirt he had been wearing and grabbed this hoodie off the rack for him. I had thought it made him look sexy and when I told him that, he wore it constantly. Now the thought of it and him sent shivers down my spine.
    Stacey, who was still miraculously standing by Jake’s side, must have felt compelled to throw this and Jake’s impending court date, in my face. I didn’t care about either, although the thought of her going out of her way scared me. The saggy hoodie hung limply in my hand, the note in the other. The smell of Jake’s cologne filled my nose.
    The knocking on the door startled me as I dropped the note on the table and headed into the living room, my heart beat fast in my ears. “Wh—Who’s there?” I looked at the deadbolt on the door, still unlocked. I pictured Stacey on the other side, or worse, Jake who may have made bail.
    “It’s me,” Mason’s voice flooded into my ears, calming me instantly.
    I reached for the handle and slowly turned it, opening the door and taking in a breath of relief.
    Mason’s eyes met mine and then traveled down to my hand, still clutching the returned gift. “Are you alright? What’s that? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    I looked down, staring at that gross material again. “Stacey sent this to me. It’s Jake’s.”
    “Yeah, I know, I remember it.” I could almost feel heat rolling off him in waves at the mention of Jake.
    “I was just about to throw it away. I guess she was trying to make some sort of statement, or something.” I said, making my way over to the nearly full trash, throwing what remained of Jake’s free existence in with the leftover spaghetti sauce and eggshells.
    I realized that my hands were shaking. Instantly Mason was there, holding me close, stroking my hair.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his hot breath up against my ear.
    I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. “That stupid sweatshirt just brought back memories, that’s all. I can’t imagine what would have happened if he would have killed you, Mason.”
    “We don’t have to think about that. Jake’s in jail, and if I have anything to do with it, he’s going to be there for a long time.”
    “But—”
    He grabbed my chin gently, forcing my mouth up to his. “He’s not going to hurt anyone. Not me, and not you.”
    I snuggled into him, breathing in the fresh scent of his cologne. “What are you doing here, by the way?” I asked, looking at him suspiciously.
    He grinned. “I thought you might want to grab something to eat after a long day of classes.”
    I quickly kissed him on the mouth and smiled. Mason always seemed to know exactly what I needed, when I needed it. He was perfect.

Mason
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