Fated

“Do you always break into women’s bedrooms… or am I special?” 😏 Jasmine screams. Mason smirks. Then he makes an omelet like that fixes everything (it does not. It helps, annoyingly). Before romance bulldozes her schedule, Jasmine is trying to live like a grown woman with boundaries and a locked bedroom door. Too bad Mason has a key, zero shame, and the kind of “I’ll handle it” energy that makes you want to throw a pillow and then keep him. She should hate him—she does hate him—until he’s wiping sauce off her mouth in public like it’s normal, and paying for his mom’s surprise trip like money can silence chemistry. You know that man who acts like he owns the room? Now imagine he’s also your best friend’s son and he keeps touching your back like he forgot his hand is attached. Jasmine laughs it off. Mason plays sweet. Then she steps toward her car and his mom turns her head, loud enough for everyone: “So… when are you going to tell Jasmine you like her?”