Fucking Mason Miller.
Why did you have to go slow? I wanted to fuck you, not make love to you.
After I get out of the shower, I throw on a pair of pink boy shorts and a plain white T-shirt and quietly get into bed though not to disturb him as he’s already passed out right next to me. I wiggle my body a few times until I get comfortable, then curl up toward the opposite side.
Mason’s arm reaches over the top of me, scooting me into him. My eyes fly open.He’s spooning me. The man who doesn’t like to snuggle is snuggling up to my back at this very moment. As he sleeps, his breath lightly feathers the top of my ear, leaving a prickly sensation every time he exhales.
We’re still lying in the same position that we fell asleep in when sometime in the middle of the night, I feel my left leg gently lift.
“Bailey,” he whispers, slipping two fingers inside me. “Make love to me again.”
My mind is like a tsunami, and I can barely breathe without the scent of him surrounding me. He wants to make loveagain.He didn’t ask me to fuck him, he asked me to make love to him. I can’t say no, even though I should.
I tilt my head, reaching my arm up to grab the back of his neck and pull him down to my lips. “Of course, I will,” I say without hesitation into the softness of his lips. I feel him already hard, pressing into my lower back. He replaces his fingers and instantly fills me the moment he slides in from behind.
Mason begins moving in a slow and steady rhythm.
I wake up the next morning to the mouthwatering smells of breakfast and coffee. I peel open my heavy eyes, glancing to the left to see an empty space in my bed. I smile wide as I realize that Mason is already up and making breakfast for me. I love that he’s so comfortable here that he can just move around freely like it’s his space.
But we are not dating. He is not mine. And I am not his. I clamp my eyes shut and ignore the obvious facts of our reality, deciding to instead just try to live in the moment.
I let my toes fall to the soft carpet, then grab my kimono robe off the back of the chair next to the window. I head straight for the bathroom to fluff my hair a bit and quickly run a toothbrush through my teeth before going into the kitchen.
As soon as I open the bedroom door, I see Mason with his back to me. He’s standing in front of the stove, and it looks like he put his jeans and plain white T-shirt back on from last night, leaving off his black hoodie. The white shirt is fitted and hugs his toned body perfectly with his hat on backward.
Every time I see him like that, it makes my hands sweat.
“Good morning,” I say, taking a seat at the bar. “What are you doing?” I ask, even though I can see that he’s cooking scrambled eggs, and off to the side, I see a plate filled with turkey bacon.
He tilts his head slightly, smiling at me. “Breakfast is your favorite meal of the day, right?”
I giggle. “Yes, it is.”
“Well, I’m making you breakfast. There are eggs, turkey bacon—because I know you don’t like real bacon—the toast is in the toaster, and the coffee is already done.”
He’s making me breakfast? I don’t even know what to say right now. It’s thoughtful and kind.
“Thank you.” He hands me a cup of coffee then takes a drink of his own. “How do you feel?”
He winces. “Like shit. But I’ll be alright, thanks.” He sets it down on the counter and looks up at me like he wants to say something. “Bailey, I’m so sorry for showing up here like that last night. I told you before that I don’t typically drink that much. I was just in shock from the news we received about my dad, and I was trying to numb all of it. It clearly didn’t work because I feel shittier today.”
I place my hot coffee back on the counter, hop off the chair, and walk around the other side of the bar, squeezing myself between the counter and his hard body.
Looking up into his eyes, I bring my hands to his face, enjoying the soft prickle of stumble on his cheeks. “You do not have to apologize. I am here, Mason. This is something scary that is happening to your family, and you’re going to need to be strong for your dad.” I back up, creating some space. “I need you to know that you don’t have to be strong around me. I will be here for you if you need me to.”
His shoulders sink, and his hands grasp the sides of my waist, bringing me into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, lifting to my tippy toes. He nuzzles his face into mine.
This moment right here is why we need to talk about what happened last night. Making love twice in one night, him sleeping over, asking to keep things here. This is scaring me. I can’t have these strong feelings.
Suddenly, he lifts his head. “I should probably get going. And I’m sure you have stuff to do today,” he says, pushing himself off the counter.
“Yes, I have to pick up Luca from my parents’ house. He has a friend’s birthday party later this afternoon,” I tell him.
“I hope you like your breakfast.”
I fold my arms at my chest. “Thank you, again.”
“Goodbye, Bailey.” His tone is reserved like there is more behind those two simple words. Then Mason threads his fingersthrough my hair and stops at the back of my head to nudge me back up into his familiar, inviting lips. Our kiss stays for a few short moments before he finally breaks it.
