out here all the time when I need to clear my head.” He says as we continue down the dark road.
“If you make this right up here.” He says pointing towards another dirt road. “Go all the way down and you'll find my grandma's house. It's the third house on the right.”
“How long have you lived here? In Sacramento I mean.” I ask looking in his direction.
“Practically all my life.” He responds.
“I don't remember you. Did you attend school in this area?”
“No. Before my grandma adopted me and my sister. We both lived with my mom on the west side of Sacramento.”
“Oh.” I respond wondering what kind of life he must have lived.
The car starts to slow down a little more. I tear my gaze away from Mason and at the view in front of us. When the car comes to a stop. Mason cuts the engine, and gets out the car. I open my door, but before I could get out on my own, Mason is already there helping me out. Shutting my door, he places his hand at the small of my back and walks me to the front of the car.
“Watch your step.” He says beside me.
We stop in front of the car and I can't help but to notice how beautiful and peaceful the view was.
The sky was dark, and the only light around us came from the moon shining bright, reflecting itself off the lake water in front of us.
“What do you think?” Mason asks, coming to stand beside me, leaning his weight against his car.
“Peaceful.” I respond.
“That's why I love coming out here. You're the only one that I've shared my secret spot with.”
“Why is that?”
“To tell you the truth. I don't know. Call me crazy, but there's something about you. I just haven't figured it out yet.”
I look around the lake at the many trees surrounding it while getting lost in the calmness of the place.
“Do you come out here often?”
“Just about. I have a lot going on right now, so I'm out here almost every day. Rain or shine. It beats trying to solve my problems with booze and sex.”
I look at him kind of concerned and shocked at the same time. I stare at him, trying to choose the right way to respond to his confession.
“Someone like you, I would think you would enjoy having a different girl in his bed from time to time. I mean you're a lead singer of a band. I bet you have girls fighting for your attention all the time.”
He turns and looks at me with those dangerous gray eyes of his. His eyes stay locked on mine for a couple of seconds before they travel down to my mouth, and down the length of my body.
“Well when your grandma busts up into your room and finds you in bed with two girls you don't remember taking home with you. There's beer bottles everywhere and used condoms and wrappers thrown on the floor and on the bed. Your grandma is yelling and wondering why you would disrespect her house after all she's done for you. Does that sound like something you would enjoy?”
“I'm sorry Mason. I didn't mean...”
“Nyla. No worries. I was the one who fucked up. Me and my grandma are on good terms now. It happened a year ago. I was young and stupid at the time. Unlike some people, I've learned from my mistakes.”
“Well that's good to know.” I respond, trying to bring some type of humor into our conversation.
After a couple of seconds, we both bust out laughing.
“So what do you have going on in your life that you have to come out to this beautiful place?”
I turn my head to look at him and I catch him looking out at the water with a blank expression on his face.
My eyes wander over what I thought were perfect features. His short black hair was ruffled into a messy look. He had a perfect straight nose, and his lips had me curious to know how they would feel against mine and my body.
My eyes travel back up to a pair of eyes looking at me with a look of curiosity in them, and if possible. Sadness. For a moment I
“If you make this right up here.” He says pointing towards another dirt road. “Go all the way down and you'll find my grandma's house. It's the third house on the right.”
“How long have you lived here? In Sacramento I mean.” I ask looking in his direction.
“Practically all my life.” He responds.
“I don't remember you. Did you attend school in this area?”
“No. Before my grandma adopted me and my sister. We both lived with my mom on the west side of Sacramento.”
“Oh.” I respond wondering what kind of life he must have lived.
The car starts to slow down a little more. I tear my gaze away from Mason and at the view in front of us. When the car comes to a stop. Mason cuts the engine, and gets out the car. I open my door, but before I could get out on my own, Mason is already there helping me out. Shutting my door, he places his hand at the small of my back and walks me to the front of the car.
“Watch your step.” He says beside me.
We stop in front of the car and I can't help but to notice how beautiful and peaceful the view was.
The sky was dark, and the only light around us came from the moon shining bright, reflecting itself off the lake water in front of us.
“What do you think?” Mason asks, coming to stand beside me, leaning his weight against his car.
“Peaceful.” I respond.
“That's why I love coming out here. You're the only one that I've shared my secret spot with.”
“Why is that?”
“To tell you the truth. I don't know. Call me crazy, but there's something about you. I just haven't figured it out yet.”
I look around the lake at the many trees surrounding it while getting lost in the calmness of the place.
“Do you come out here often?”
“Just about. I have a lot going on right now, so I'm out here almost every day. Rain or shine. It beats trying to solve my problems with booze and sex.”
I look at him kind of concerned and shocked at the same time. I stare at him, trying to choose the right way to respond to his confession.
“Someone like you, I would think you would enjoy having a different girl in his bed from time to time. I mean you're a lead singer of a band. I bet you have girls fighting for your attention all the time.”
He turns and looks at me with those dangerous gray eyes of his. His eyes stay locked on mine for a couple of seconds before they travel down to my mouth, and down the length of my body.
“Well when your grandma busts up into your room and finds you in bed with two girls you don't remember taking home with you. There's beer bottles everywhere and used condoms and wrappers thrown on the floor and on the bed. Your grandma is yelling and wondering why you would disrespect her house after all she's done for you. Does that sound like something you would enjoy?”
“I'm sorry Mason. I didn't mean...”
“Nyla. No worries. I was the one who fucked up. Me and my grandma are on good terms now. It happened a year ago. I was young and stupid at the time. Unlike some people, I've learned from my mistakes.”
“Well that's good to know.” I respond, trying to bring some type of humor into our conversation.
After a couple of seconds, we both bust out laughing.
“So what do you have going on in your life that you have to come out to this beautiful place?”
I turn my head to look at him and I catch him looking out at the water with a blank expression on his face.
My eyes wander over what I thought were perfect features. His short black hair was ruffled into a messy look. He had a perfect straight nose, and his lips had me curious to know how they would feel against mine and my body.
My eyes travel back up to a pair of eyes looking at me with a look of curiosity in them, and if possible. Sadness. For a moment I
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