Pete Toby lifted his cup, taking a sip of it carefully before smiling. "Very fragrant."

He fixed his eyes on me through the curling steam. "Sofia, what I told you before I went away—have you thought about it?"

I remained still for a moment, my face blushing instantly. I had been so worried about Mason lately that I had not had time to think about my own feelings for Pete Toby.

In real life, I did not have to deliberate much—I had already decided to give it a shot with him.

"Pete Toby, I've come to a genuine decision. I would like to give us a shot, but I have...