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“No hurry,” I said nervously, taking my hand back and stuffing it in my jean pockets. “I should be fine. You really don’t have to waste your time walking me home.” It was a little much, but I needed to get away from him.
“Just let me walk you home and stop complaining,” he scolded. I closed my eyes, turning away from him. Being around Mason, drunk, was not a good idea.
The walk home was not just silent; it was awkward. I didn’t even understand why he insisted on walking me home. Mason, the spoiled rich kid every girl wanted, the guy I oddly found myself attracted to. I understood fully why girls were drawn t
o him, his had the sexiest smile I had ever seen and those teal-blue eyes were mesmerizing. When he looked at me I melted.
“Lauren—”
Before he ruined the moment, I interrupted. “I’m good from
here, Mason.” I stopped walking, turned to face him, and stuffed my hands in my back pockets, again. “I’ll make sure you get to your door.” He folded his arms across his chest giving me a half smile. I felt cheated but even a half smile was killing me inside. I just wanted to grab his face in my hands pull him in and kiss him until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m fine ,” I said clearing my throat, and hoping I hadn’t said anything I was thinking out loud.
“That you are,” he smirked and my cheek flushed, then he started walking again, nudging me to follow.
“I don’t get you,” I replied, walking next to him, glancing up.
“What do you mean?” he asked, looking down at me.
“Well, when we first met, in the forest, you were less than cordial, and now you’re—”
He interrupted, chuckling. “Sexy?” He wagged his brow and I rolled my eyes.
I replied, “I was going to say charming, but you’re still a pompous ass.” I caught the smile on his lips before he looked up at the blackness of the sky. My eyes followed and I stared intently at the vast beauty hovering above us. The stars twinkled through the mist of clouds.
“I’ve got to keep it interesting,” he replied. Then as he looked down at me he saw me roll my eyes again. “I’m sorry that I was such a jerk the other day.” He stopped walking.
A little confused by his words, I stopped walking as well and added, “And at breakfast and at the bar tonight.” He laughed and shook his head.
“And at breakfast this morning, and earlier tonight.” His cheeks flushed. “I—I’m not normally a jerk.”
“Ha!” I blurted without thinking. “I find that hard to believe.” I laughed. We stared a lot longer than what was comfortable. I waited and waited for him to make a move but he didn’t and when I looked over at the house next to where we were standing, I realized it was my mother’s. My heart sank a little and I was disappointed that this was ending already. When I looked back at him he looked disappointed as well. “Thank you for walking me home.” This side of Mason was more tolerable.
“My pleasure, Lauren,” he said, softly. Then came that smile again, and I felt the breath in my throat come to a complete halt. He stood there, eyes locked on mine, and for a split second I felt as though he was going to lean down kiss me. “I’ll watch you in.” He turned his head away slightly.
With a nod I walked past him. “Night.” I looked back.
He smiled and nodded. “Night.”
Once in the house I locked the door, peeking out the window to see if he had gone. He stood there a moment. Then when I turned off the patio light, he started to walk away. My heart was racing and I hadn’t noticed until I was alone.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning I woke up feeling horrible, although thankful that there were no visits to the porcelain god in the middle of the night. Rolling over to the edge of my bed, I dragged my legs over the side and sat a moment. With my head in my hands I breathed slowly before standing. I dragged the brush through the tangled mess on my head and then tied my hair up in a bun. I stood in front of my closet and chose some clothes to throw on. I was expecting Cassie to show up at some point today.
My mom was happy that I joined her for breakfast. It had been a few days, with Cassie dropping by and all, since Mom and I had had more than a moment to talk.
“Morning ,” she said with a big smile. “I made some bacon. Did you want some fresh eggs as well?”
“Sure,” I replied, taking a seat after pouring a mug of coffee.
“How was your night? I heard you come in late last night,” she asked.
“It—was fun,” I said with a shrug. “Forgot what the night life was like out here.”
“Who was the boy who walked you home?” she asked, smirking. Of course that was what my mother noticed.
