Unseen Scene - Book 3, Chapter 5 - Bobby "Kiss Reveal" (Mason POV) (Patreon)

"I just came to say hello,” the reporter starts, and Mason can already tell that’s a lie. Not just by the way the man’s heart jumps in his chest but by the focused attention he’s laying on [Name].

Irritation prickles through Mason, but he holds it in through a crunch of his teeth.

“I was in one of the stores, saw you over here, and thought it was the nice thing to do.” The reporter raises his hands with what Mason supposes he thinks is an innocent smile but just looks twisted. "That's all."

Felix scoffs. "Uh-huh." Mason couldn’t have put it better himself.

That should have been it. The reporter should leave. Mason is tempted to make him. But instead he lingers eyeing [Name] with an attention that has Mason’s nerves firing.

The reporter glances over the group of them standing behind [Name] with a careful sweep. "Maybe it would be better to catch you another time. It's always better when you're…alone."

"Who the hell would want to be alone with you?" Mason snorts, but an uneasiness makes his already firing nerves burn with lightning electricity.

Satisfaction seizes the reporter at Mason’s obvious annoyance. “[Name] apparently does. Certainly after what happened last time we were alone."

Mason’s gaze shifts to [Name] and the sudden way they stiffen, eyes widening.

A sinking feeling rocks in his stomach.

And he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like having feelings yanked from him by someone else. Doesn’t like having this reporter play with them like this.

Mason’s just about to make it known just how much he doesn’t like it when the reporter’s next words drain all the heat from his body.

"Thinking about that kiss…it still makes me tingle."

Silence drops across them.

He thought he didn’t like the feelings before but this…this he hates.

His stomach wavers like the ground beneath him is shifting. His skin pricks with painful heat. And his chest…it hurts. Its hollowed. Like someone has taken a spoon and carved out a chunk of what’s inside his ribs.

He doesn’t think on why it’s that way. It just is.

Words cut out of him before he can stop them. "Guess I was wrong. I'm not the only one you're seeing naked." He then marches away from the source of the pain he can’t seem to shift.