Everyone knows me. Rich. Athletic. Untouchable. I’m the girl people talk about, the one guys want, the one everyone thinks they understand—but they don’t. Not really. Except him. Mason Hale has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He’s always there—walking me to class, showing up at my games, standing just close enough at parties like it’s second nature. He doesn’t care about my last name, my house, or the attention that follows me everywhere. But he does care about who gets close to me. A little too much. At first, it’s easy to ignore—the way he watches, the way he steps in, the way guys suddenly don’t stick around as long when he’s near. He says it’s because they’re not good enough, that they don’t get me. Maybe he’s right. Or maybe there’s something he’s not saying. Because the more attention I get, the more he pulls closer. The more I push limits, the more he reacts. And somewhere between late nights, crowded parties, and too many almost moments, the line between best friends and something else starts to blur. The problem? Everyone wants me. And Mason doesn’t like to share.