Chapter 4: Fever, First Kiss, Final Surrender
As soon as we got in, Mason pinned me to the door. He was burning up, feverish since the hospital—doctor said he needed to eat and sleep after taking his meds.
I still had the medicine in my hand.
His eyes were wild, desperate. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
I swallowed hard, heart pounding.
“Mason, go lie down. I’ll get you some water for your meds.”
I tried to push him off, but he was like a mountain, unmoving.
Soon, I felt feverish too.
His hands trembled as he pressed me back, but his grip was gentle.
I let myself relax, trusting him.
He pressed his hand to my lips, cold and gentle, making me freeze.
The touch sent shivers down my spine.
I looked up at him, breathless.
He traced my lips, commenting, “So soft.”
His voice was low, almost reverent.
I felt my cheeks flush, heat flooding my face.
I was bewitched. “Wanna try?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
I wanted to bite my tongue, but it was too late.
Right after I said it, I wanted to smack myself. Why did I have to respond so fast?
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to laugh or push me away.
But Mason actually smiled. “Sure.”
His smile was small, but it lit up his whole face.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
I watched as he slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to mine—warm, lingering, and then gone.
The kiss was soft, hesitant, but full of promise.
I wanted to freeze time, to stay in that moment forever.
He smiled again. “Really soft.”
He looked at me like I was the only person in the world.
My heart soared.
He took the medicine from my hand, leaned in close to my ear, and whispered with a tenderness I’d never known:
“Game over. You win, Walker Easton. Go brag to your best friend now.”
His words sent a thrill through me, like lightning in my veins.
I grinned, knowing this was only the beginning.













