JARED'S POV
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I sit calmly in the passenger seat of my own car while Mason drives, but my mind is at war, my chest feels like it's about to f*****g explode in pieces, and I'm not sure if what I'm feeling is guilt or regret, because we were drunk, but I couldn't resist her, but what really screws with me is the fact that I left while she was still sleeping, but I couldn't have it any other way, because I was already late as f**k when Mason called me awake, and f**k me... I had to ask him to throw clothes into my suitcase, and I hate it, but perhaps he figured it out unlike last time when he brought shorts instead of my long trousers.
"Why are you so quiet?" Mason asks, and I turn my gaze away from the landscape outside, and look at him. His eyebrows are raised, and he looks concerned,
