ridiculous.
He slumps down to the shower floor and takes me with him. We crumple into each other, spent, as Mason slips out of me. I turn into his body and lean against his chest, my head against his tattoo.
I can hear his heart is pounding as Mason keeps his arms around me, muscles still engaged. He’s not letting go, but I don’t want him to. This is exactly where I want to be, motionless with him under the warm water.
“Jess, that was—”
“Amazing,” I interrupt.
“No, I mean… I might have caught you off guard. I wasn’t my… usual self.”
“Mason, I don’t mind. It surprised me, but I loved it, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. That was exactly what I wanted. Needed.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that. I’ve been holding back. I wasn’t sure how you would react to… that side of me.”
I look up at Mason and stroke the side of his face.
“If that’s the dark side you’ve been warning me about, you can stop worrying. Let it out anytime. This girl doesn’t frighten easily.”
I want to assure Mason that everything’s all right. I stretch up to kiss him and then slump back on his embrace. We stay there until the warm water runs out and then Mason dries me off with a towel. He’s so attentive, reverential, even, gently dabbing all the water off my body.
“I’ve never met anybody like you before, Jess. Somebody who wasn’t put off by how I can get in the moment.”
This was a huge deal for Mason. More than I first realized. It makes me wonder about his past for the first time. Perhaps I should have thought about that sooner, but I’m thinking about it now. This feral side of his personality. How has he been received before? We all have pasts.
“Remember when I told you that I wouldn’t judge your secrets if you didn’t judge mine? I meant it.”
I kiss him again. I can’t seem to stop doing that now. His face turns introspective.
“It’s just… I’m used to being circumspect about this side of who I am,” Mason admits. “It’s never been received so… enthusiastically before. I can’t tell you how exciting that is for me.”
“Oh, I think you showed me.”
That actually makes Mason blush. He really isn’t used to cutting loose and being accepted at the same time.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I’ve never had a guy go feral on me like that before. Not somebody I care about, at any rate. It’s exciting for me too. Exhausting, but exciting.”
Mason gathers me up in his arms. He lifts me off the ground into a kiss. I barely have enough time to throw an arm around his shoulder to steady myself.
He’s overcome. I am too. Mason keeps kissing me, elated and passionate, as he keeps me lifted off the ground. I can feel him growing rigid again through the towel he wrapped around his waist.
Gods, he can already go again. So can I, to be honest, but I have to work today. Putting myself together in time is going to be a small miracle.
Mason comes up for air first. Flush with blood and heady with emotion.
“I care about you too.”
I reach out and gently caress his ear. I don’t want this moment to end, but I’m needed elsewhere.
“I’m glad the feeling is mutual, but I’m going to need your help now. Especially if I’m going to make work on time.”
“Of course. Name it. Anything.”
Guys can be so accommodating after getting what they want. Still, there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice. He wants a longer morning with me, and I feel the same way.
“Find me some clean clothes? Anything will do. I can’t afford to be fussy at this point.”
Mason puts me together in record time. I paint my face and do my hair in the mirror as he dresses me. He even finds the time to throw a peanut butter and jam sandwich together, along with a juice and fresh apple, all inside a paper bag.
Mason carries my bicycle downstairs as I tie my shoelaces, and then he sees me off at the door, wearing a towel and little else. I
He slumps down to the shower floor and takes me with him. We crumple into each other, spent, as Mason slips out of me. I turn into his body and lean against his chest, my head against his tattoo.
I can hear his heart is pounding as Mason keeps his arms around me, muscles still engaged. He’s not letting go, but I don’t want him to. This is exactly where I want to be, motionless with him under the warm water.
“Jess, that was—”
“Amazing,” I interrupt.
“No, I mean… I might have caught you off guard. I wasn’t my… usual self.”
“Mason, I don’t mind. It surprised me, but I loved it, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. That was exactly what I wanted. Needed.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that. I’ve been holding back. I wasn’t sure how you would react to… that side of me.”
I look up at Mason and stroke the side of his face.
“If that’s the dark side you’ve been warning me about, you can stop worrying. Let it out anytime. This girl doesn’t frighten easily.”
I want to assure Mason that everything’s all right. I stretch up to kiss him and then slump back on his embrace. We stay there until the warm water runs out and then Mason dries me off with a towel. He’s so attentive, reverential, even, gently dabbing all the water off my body.
“I’ve never met anybody like you before, Jess. Somebody who wasn’t put off by how I can get in the moment.”
This was a huge deal for Mason. More than I first realized. It makes me wonder about his past for the first time. Perhaps I should have thought about that sooner, but I’m thinking about it now. This feral side of his personality. How has he been received before? We all have pasts.
“Remember when I told you that I wouldn’t judge your secrets if you didn’t judge mine? I meant it.”
I kiss him again. I can’t seem to stop doing that now. His face turns introspective.
“It’s just… I’m used to being circumspect about this side of who I am,” Mason admits. “It’s never been received so… enthusiastically before. I can’t tell you how exciting that is for me.”
“Oh, I think you showed me.”
That actually makes Mason blush. He really isn’t used to cutting loose and being accepted at the same time.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I’ve never had a guy go feral on me like that before. Not somebody I care about, at any rate. It’s exciting for me too. Exhausting, but exciting.”
Mason gathers me up in his arms. He lifts me off the ground into a kiss. I barely have enough time to throw an arm around his shoulder to steady myself.
He’s overcome. I am too. Mason keeps kissing me, elated and passionate, as he keeps me lifted off the ground. I can feel him growing rigid again through the towel he wrapped around his waist.
Gods, he can already go again. So can I, to be honest, but I have to work today. Putting myself together in time is going to be a small miracle.
Mason comes up for air first. Flush with blood and heady with emotion.
“I care about you too.”
I reach out and gently caress his ear. I don’t want this moment to end, but I’m needed elsewhere.
“I’m glad the feeling is mutual, but I’m going to need your help now. Especially if I’m going to make work on time.”
“Of course. Name it. Anything.”
Guys can be so accommodating after getting what they want. Still, there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice. He wants a longer morning with me, and I feel the same way.
“Find me some clean clothes? Anything will do. I can’t afford to be fussy at this point.”
Mason puts me together in record time. I paint my face and do my hair in the mirror as he dresses me. He even finds the time to throw a peanut butter and jam sandwich together, along with a juice and fresh apple, all inside a paper bag.
Mason carries my bicycle downstairs as I tie my shoelaces, and then he sees me off at the door, wearing a towel and little else. I
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