“Take me home.” I turn my head, pulling from his grip and looking out the window.
I just need my bed.
My mouth is dry when I wake, and my head pulses as if it has its own heartbeat.
Sitting up, I notice I am in my pyjamas, but I don’t remember getting dressed. I don’t remember anything after Mason picked me up.
Mason.
He brought me home.
Climbing from the bed, I make the short walk to the kitchen, spotting two socked feet hanging off the end of my sofa. My tiny kidney-shaped sofa. I should feel sorry for him—I don’t.
I fill a glass with water as quietly as I can, then peek over the top of the counter.
“Hi,” I squeak out when I find him staring up at me.
“You’re up early. Considering the state you were in last night.” He pops a brow as if I need reminding.
“I needed water. You slept out here?”
He sits himself up, reaching for his T-shirt. It gives me the perfect view of his chiselled abs as they ripple beneath his tan skin. “Yeah, you told me to.”
“I did?”
Drunk Nina is smart. I give her an internal high five.
“You don’t remember?”
“No,” I answer warily, not sure if I want to know.
He snickers, shaking his head. “I’m going to go. Do you need anything?”
“You’re leaving?”
My body feels tired, and I have no idea what time it is. This hangover might just be the death of me today.
He frowns, raking his eyes over me. “You want me to stay?”
I shrug. “I have questions.”
“I know that,” he says with pity in his tone.
“Will you answer them?”
“Will you ever trust me without answers?”
“No.” I shake my head vehemently. “I deserve better than that.”
He steps forward, cupping my face in his sprawled hand. I lean into the touch. I have missed him so much these last few days.
How would it feel to miss him forever?
His thumb brushes my cheek as he searches my eyes. “Walk away, my beautiful girl. Please.” Leaning in, he kisses the space between my brows, his soft lips lingering there for a beat before stepping away.
He slips on his shoes, and then he’s gone.
Mase
