“She needs to go shopping. I don’t think I’m ready to send her out into the world by herself,” Conrad said.
“Did you askherif she wants company?” Mason challenged. I loved that they stood up for me, even to their best friend. “You’re not her keeper.”
“Says who?” Conrad shot back, then looked at me as if I was going to help him.
“I’m fine with you going, if you want,” I offered to Mason.
“I’m a professional shopper, as you can tell by my wardrobe. I’m the only reason these fuckers don’t look like idiots at events. I’d love to accompany you, if you want the company.”
Truth be told, I wasn’t quite ready to face the world yet.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve gone shopping here in Westgrave.”
Mason’s whole face lit up, honey-colored eyes eager. “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”
“Everything,” I admitted. “I think I donated my entire wardrobe minus the clothes on my back, and after that I only ordered a little.”
“Poetic. I love it.”
“We can also pick up any skincare and makeup you didn’t get,” he said.
“I’ll be honest, I don’t even know what half of that stuff was.”
Now he was working hard to hide his excitement. “I can walk you through the stash if you want.”
“Professional shopper and professional esthetician?” My smirk had Conrad tensing. He was hating this.
“Hardly,” Mason laughed. “But I do my homework.”
“In that case, I’d love the help.” Maybe some pampering was just what I needed.
He held out a hand for me, giving my brother a warning look as if to saydon’t fuck this up. Conrad held his hands up and waved us on.
I put my hand in Mason’s, letting him drag me inside. His scent tickled my nose and warmed my chest at the same time.The green apple was tart, but sweeter now that he was excited. Fresh air and rain shouldn’t have worked together, they were opposites, but for him, it did. Clean, crisp, with just a hint of storm.
I loved it a little too much.
He led me to my bedroom, then promptly spun around, grabbing me by the hips and plopping me onto the counter. I let out a squeal, which only made his smirk grow.
“You good, princess?”
That nickname usually drove me crazy. I never let my exes call me that. Coming from him, it was different. He didn’t use that title against me, it was just lighthearted teasing. The kind that made me feel like I was in on the joke.
He was so close. I looked up at him, momentarily unable to speak. Mason was gorgeous. His skin was flawless, freckles a faint dusting, eyes a golden brown lined with dark liner that made them pop. His lips weren’t overly glossy, just a slight sheen like he’d recently applied chapstick. I couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like.
Looking at the delta was enough to know I could trust him with my skincare.
“You’re going to have to stop looking at me like that, princess,” he growled, forcing himself to turn away.
My chest ached as he did. My omega had perked up without me realizing. She wanted him close, wanted to touch, to kiss his plush lips. But, I couldn’t cross that line.
More than that, I promised myself no more hockey players.
I focused on the moment as he showed off the abundance of skincare products, telling me what everything was for. My eyes glazed over halfway through, but he didn’t call me on it.
He pulled out a small bowl and brush set, whipping together a face mask that smelled like watermelon and strawberries. It was green and thick, but I didn’t question it.
“Close your eyes, princess.”
