It’s late when we finally get inside, and after saying good night, I head for the stairs, only stopping when Mason comes in from the garage.
“I’ll see you in the morning?” I whisper so Jack can’t hear me, biting my lip in an attempt to be coy. What I really want is for him to sneak into my bedroom and fuck me again.
Mason’s eyes flare as if reading my mind, and he brushes past me on the way to the kitchen, squeezing my hand when Jack’s out of view. “Or, I could see you sooner than that.”
He raises an eyebrow and lightly slaps my ass, making me silently moan. But it’s his beautiful smile that really does me in.
My heart jolts as the clock strikes midnight, and it’s not Mason’s reality that comes crashing down, it’s mine. Because it’s not sex that I want. It’shim. I’d settle for his arms wrapped around me and his breath warming my skin. His comfort.
Fuck. I’m falling for someone that lives halfway around the world.
But that’s not the most terrifying part…
I shouldn’t be falling at all.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mason
Jenna’s curled around me when I wake, her bronzed skin flush against mine, her hair tickling my cheek. I breathe her in, memorising her scent so I’ll never forget this moment. Never forget that for a few wonderful hours, I was the guy I should have been. The guy who puts himself first.
And because of that, I’m here with Jenna.
After Jack crashed for the night, I waited for his snores before making my way over. Crept in on her like a stalker. Prepared to wake her if I had to.
Only I found her waiting for me. Perched on the end of the bed. Her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
I’d never seen her more beautiful.
Jenna’s bold and confident, yet in that moment, in her skimpy pyjamas, the strap of her silk camisole hanging off her shoulder, there was an innocence about her that had me cursing the world. Wishing I could spend the rest of my life protecting her from it. Despite knowing she’s more than capable of doing it alone.
She stirs in her sleep, her naked legs tightening around me, and an image of our night comes back to mind.
Sex for me has always been a means to satiate a hunger. Forgettable. Sex with Jenna is otherworldly. The souvenir of kissing a path down her stomach is burned into my mind. The image of her muscles tightening as my lips brushed her skin may as well be tattooed on my chest. It’s never going to leave me. I’ll always remember the way she rode me, slowly, wrapped in my arms, her passionate cries playing on repeat in my head, like a note from my favourite song.
She’ll forever be ingrained in my memory, and tomorrow she’ll be gone.
Thank God, we’ve still got today.
Her soft breaths lull me back to sleep, and when I wake sometime later, the early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains, illuminating the dusting of freckles across her cheek.
I want to count them. To add to the list of things I know about her, because knowing it all will never be enough.
She stirs again, her face scrunching until I cover her eyes, and a contented sigh escapes from her lips.I could stay here forever too, Jenna. If only you’d let me.
I can’t remember the last time I slept that well. Probably in the days before my parents died. When my only concern was whether or not my band got the sound check right.
And we always did. We were going places. Until…we weren’t.
A door slams downstairs and I flinch, cursing Jack for reminding me of his existence.
While he had no reason to be pissed off at me yesterday, I could tell he was jealous, and I’m going to have to talk to him about it. I have no fucking idea what I’m going to say, or what any of this means, but I can’t keep tiptoeing around.
Jenna’s here for another twenty-four hours, and I’m not spending another minute pretending I’m happy for them to be bonding without me.
I don’t want to waste a single second of our time.
Not when I’m refusing to acknowledge what her departure will mean.
