I’m not sure if it was my internal fight that caused my body to shake, or the fear being pumped through me with every pounding heartbeat. But whatever it was, Mason noticed. This time when he opened his eyes there was a sparkle in them. A dark glint that grew as he slowly tugged the blanket off my quivering form.
“What’s wrong, Freckles?” His deep voice vibrated through me. “You cold?”
I curled up in a ball and shook my head. Just when I didn’t think things could get any worse, Mason rolled over and slapped his palm down on the mattress behind my back.
That scent of scotch hit me again when he leaned in and softly growled, “Are you scared?”
Yes. I was terrified. But it was the huskiness in his tone that allowed me to finally break free of my frozen hold and slip out from under him.
I sprang off the bed, declaring, “I need to brush my teeth.”
His green eyes met mine for a fraction of a second before I spun around and rushed away.
The stupid thing was, the teeth thing wasn’t an excuse. I was utterly mortified at the possibility of him smelling my morning breath. Just one more thing to prove how pathetic I was.
When I ran down the hall and closed the door behind me, I could’ve kissed the mosaic of skulls and roses tiled into the far right wall. I’d never been so happy to be in a bathroom in my life.
Sighing with relief, I clicked the lock in place and walked over to the closest of the two sinks.
It’d been two weeks since Mason brought me here and I was still surprised whenever I came into this room. Sean’s was always a mess, with bottles strewn all over the counters, dirty clothes on the floor, and it smelled like socks. This one smelled clean and looked cleaner.
I could see my reflection in the white floors and black four claw tub. Even the glass walls on the shower were spotless. The roof–made up of one large showerhead–was clearly visible through them. That is, until someone clicked the door shut, then all the walls turned frosted.
I may have played with that for a bit when I discovered it. That would’ve looked great. I could just imagine what Mason would say if he walked in and saw me opening and closing the door.
A shiver ran up my spine as I reached out to turn the water on. The faucets in here were something I could do without. It seemed wrong to have a dark metal skull spew water on my hands.
Although, I suppose it was no more wrong than me being here in the first place. Or having the dream I did last night. I woke up all hot and sweaty and could still feel Mason’s hands on me. Then looked over to find him actually there.
Everything about this was wrong.
The girl looking back at me in the mirror had her hair all up on end, as if she’d just been manhandled. And that tense feeling that I talked to Sean about was still there. Achingly taunting me whenever I walked.
I really wish he would’ve told me how to get rid of it. Shelby might’ve tried but she was talking so fast I only caught half of what she was saying. Maybe Lana would know?
Damnit, Lana!
I had to get my phone back. How, was the question? I highly doubted Mason would hand it over. That is, if he hadn’t destroyed it already. I really hoped he didn’t. Daddy was going to call in two days. If I didn’t answer…
Suddenly I didn’t feel so well.
“It’ll be okay,” I told myself.
Mason wouldn’t destroy it because then he wouldn’t be able to taunt me with it. It was odd how that one thought made me feel better.Or sad.Either way, I was able to relax enough to focus on my toothbrush, instead of what might or might not have happened.
Halfway through brushing my teeth the door flew open, making me gag on the minty froth in my mouth as Mason strutted in.
Didn’t I lock the door?
That thought fled faster than it came. Mason wasn’t any more dressed than when I’d left him, and the part that I’d avoided looking at was very visible now. I couldn’t look away from the large tent in his boxers.
Most people had some modesty and would cover up.
Not Mason Kessler. He walked in, proudly displaying his erection that bobbed with every step he took. It was kind of mesmerizing, the way that tent jostled up and down. Like a snake doing a dance. A very hard and large snake. How did anything that size fit inside of someone?
What if he wanted to put it inside of me?
I couldn’t breathe. My lungs ceased all function, making me want to hunch over and cough. Somehow I managed to stay upright, but that one thought wouldn’t leave my mind. I was small. I had to look up to see his shoulder. That thing would break me.
