Mason stood and threw my old diary at my feet. I flinched back in shock, heart pounding.
“I found it in the trash,” he snarled, fist closing around the ring box. I couldn’t tear my eyes off that fist. “I expected something cute, not you fantasizing about some other man!”
His expression started shifting back to that mask of rage from the other night. I’d resisted then, and he snapped. So, thinking fast through the haze of fear, I leaned in instead.
“Mason, please,” I begged in a sweet, calm voice, kicking aside the diary as I went to him, like it meant nothing. “I was like 14 then, the guy is some movie star whose name I don’t even remember.”
His brows drew together. “That’s not what it sounded like.”
I forced a small smile. “I was such a nerd back then, I was always in my books and
