Mason's pov
I stared at Catherine, as she walked towards her kitchen.
"I was just about to have breakfast," she said. "Have you?"
I shook my head, still deep in thought.
A moment later, she appeared beside me. "Orange juice?"
I noticed she was holding out a glass to me, and in her other hand, she held another filled with orange juice.
I took the offered drink, set it down on the small table beside me, and as she pulled her hand back, I caught hold of it.
She looked as startled as I felt by my actions. We stared at each other.
"Catherine..."
She must have recognized the tone of longing in my voice because she shook her head, tugging her hand away gently.
"Mason, no..."
"But you don't know what I'm about to say," I replied, taking her hand in mine again.
"I do," Catherine s
