“Mase,” I whisper, but he doesn’t answer.
His brow is creased. Even in sleep, he doesn’t relax. My forever brooding beast. I trace his lips with my finger—he doesn’t flinch.
“I love you too,” I tell him.
* * *
I foundleftover chicken pie in the oven and wolfed it down in a matter of minutes. It was delicious and exactly what I needed, and I wondered while I ate it who the hell made it. Can Mason cook?Why didn’t I know this about him?
I don’t feel tired, and with the unwelcome thoughts of my mother plaguing me, I decide to do what I always do when everything gets too much. I get lost in the only other world I know.
I flick through my phone, deciding on Jesse Ware “Say You Want Me,”. And the surround sound has the music blistering through me, setting me in motion.
* * *
I can feelhim watching me, and as he steps towards me, I spin, knowing it will bring us toe to toe.
“You’re feeling better?” He smiles, holding me.
“So much better.” I brush his nose with mine, leaning back when I realise I’m all sweaty.
He pulls me back to him by the shirt. “I love you,” he tells me, taking my lips in a sweet kiss.
And it’s like the first time all over again. The way my heart beats almost painfully, and the ache that seeps through my veins, and to the tips of my fingers. It’s only for a split second, but that zap of energy reminds me that I am alive. I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m in his arms.
“You like this spot?” he asks, flashing a devilishly handsome smile.
I’d been dancing in the space between the sofas and the dining table. It’s a wide-open space and looks out over the London skyline.
It’s where I danced for him the first time.
“I do. I was going to suggest putting something here, being my house now as well.” My lips pull up in a smile, and I wrap my arms around his neck as I tease him. “But I suppose I could keep it for dancing.”
“I like you dancing in this space. Makes it feel special again,” he says between kisses.
“Well then, let’s keep it for dancing.”
22
Mase
Nina is still asleepwhen I get in from my morning run, and although I should probably wake her, I know that once I do, she will be back to her nonstop self and, much to my annoyance, off to the studio to meet with Joey fucking Wilson.
I don’t care that Charlie came up with nothing. The prick has issues, and I don’t trust him around her.
Instead of waking her up, I opt for a shower.
* * *
Leaning over the bed,I take her lips in a soft kiss, her eyes fluttering open moments later, followed by the most beautiful smile, showcasing her dimples
“Angel.”
“Hmmm, morning,” she says, stirring in my arms.
She stretches against me, and I can’t help myself, dipping my head down to take her nipple in my mouth. Her hands lift to my head, running through the damp strands, and it’s the best fucking feeling. The small moments like this—just the two of us.
“Can we stay here all day?” she hums, and it goes straight to my cock.
