A flash of hurt showed through his eyes, but was replaced with sincerity. “I want to be friends.”
“Friends?” Piper laughed. “Mason, we hate each other. How could we possibly be friends?”
Mason came towards her and set the broom down, placing her hands in his. The warmth that radiated off him shot straight through her body all the way to her core. Her breath caught in her throat at the proximity of him and the way his eyes bore down on her made her want to cream her pants right then and there.
“I don’t hate you, Piper. Is that how you feel about me? You hate me?”
She did and she didn’t. She hated him for making her feel the way she was feeling at the moment, completely and utterly confused…as well as happy and warm. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Mason was supposed to stay the ass that he was and she was supposed to be happy with only Jax touching her, but the way Mason’s thumbs caressed her knuckles made her shiver and the movements scrambled her brain.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then, we can be friends?”
She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let her. “No, we can’t. Not when you obviously want more.
I’m seeing someone Mason, someone I very much like.”
Mason blew out a frustrated breath, but kept her hands in his. “He’s a lucky guy, but I just want to be friends. I promise, this is all innocent. I will never cross the line.”
“Holding hands is innocent?” she asked, as she accidently rubbed his hand with her thumb as well. Was that an accident? No, because she kept doing it. Her thumbs apparently were calling mutiny on her brain.
“Completely innocent,” he responded in his deep baritone.
“Okay, but that’s it. Friends don’t kiss.”