Me: Yes.
Well, that wasn’t much of a debate.
Mason: What were you thinking?
Me: I’m not going to tell you.
His text comes through immediately.
Mason: Tell me, Bailey.
I’m sure he expects a sarcastic response from me, but I’m not going to give him one.
Me: That I wished you would have kissed me.
I’m honest with my answer because over text I feel less ashamed.
Mason: I almost did.
I blush.He was thinking about it.
Me: It feels like a lifetime ago.
Mason: If I knew back then what it was like to kiss you, I would never have waited so long.
My stomach flutters when I see his text, then blink a few times to make sure I read it correctly.
Me: Me either. At least we get to do it as much as we want now.
Ten minutes go by with no text back. I guess he’s done. I exhale a sigh in disappointment, but then my phone vibrates again, lighting up with a text from him.
Mason: We get to do more than that now.
I bury my face in the pillows, giggling. My cheeks redden once again as the sensation of having Mason’s hard body against mine makes my skin tingle. Why am I having this response to him? It’s like I don’t even know myself anymore.
Mason: How were your flights?
I smile. Okay, we’re actually doing this—having a conversation like friends.
Me: They were good. We were delayed an hour in Las Vegas, so our sit time was extended from two hours to three.
Mason: Las Vegas sounds like a headache.
This feels good.
Me: Honestly, I’m not the biggest fan of Vegas. There’s so much going on there to consider it an actual vacation, you know?
Mason: Yes. It’s a waste of money. What I do enjoy, though, is something calm and relaxing like Wine Country.
I almost fall off the bed when I read his message. Mason is literally the poster boy for a partying, stripper-loving, Vegas kind of guy.
Me: I love Wine Country. The restaurants, wineries, and spas. Sounds like a better vacation to me.
Mason: Yes.
Mason: Well, I need to get some sleep. Have a good day tomorrow.
Bailey: Good night.
