“Don’t be a wuss.”
I turn to face him, daring him with my eyes to come to me. “Come make new memories under the moon with me, Mase!”
He eventually wades in, grabbing me the second he can reach me and tugging me to him. I search his eyes, needing to know he’s okay. His nose rubs with mine as our foreheads touch.
I get the sense that tonight will be a night I’ll never forget. A night that I look back on with the fondest memories, knowing without a doubt that they are as special in my memory as they were when we lived them.
“The sun’s gonna shine again, Bossman. I promise.”
“It’s freezing!” My teeth chatter as Mason crosses the path back to the house, with me held tight on his back.
“I did tell you.” He chuckles. “You shouldn’t have gone in.”
The sun is just coming up, and as we pass his parents garden his grip tightens on my legs. I want to tell him to go in, but I know he won’t, or he will and will resent me for pushing him into it. I tell myself that if he wanted to go in, he would. And he will, one day.
“I need a hot shower and sleep. God, I need so much sleep!” I moan against his bare neck as he climbs the steps to the house. He smells delicious; he smells like home.
“Shower, sex, sleep,” he lists off.
“How about sex in the shower by yourself while I sleep.”
He drops me, chuckling. “Shower sex by ourselves is never happening again.”
His words ground me to a halt, my feet rooting to the terrace. What happens from here? He called me Pixie, but he didn’t say he loved me before.
He doesn’t trust me.
What now, my beautiful Pixie?
“It’s not?”
“No. If you want to be fucked,” He inches closer, circling my nipple through the wet shirt, “you come to?—”
“Oh, I’m sorry, we were just heading out for a walk.”
Mason clears his throat as Vinny appears on the terrace with a bright-eyed Ellis in his hold.
“Da Da Da Da.” He claps.
“Good morning, Ellis baby.” I look at Mason with a smile as I lean in and kiss his head.
Vinny looks at my soiled shirt and jacket—which Mason insisted I wore—then to Mason, a small smirk on his face. “I’ll take Ellis around the grounds then come find you.” He nods his head, chattering to Ellis as he walks away.
I turn back to Mason. “If I wanna be fucked I what, Mase?” I grin wide, trying to contain my laughter.
“You’re gonna get it, Pix.”
I laugh, running through the house and back up to our room.
It’s late afternoon when we are finally packed up and ready to go home. Lucy has a lift with Miller and me and Megan jump in with Elliot and Charlie.
Mason, to my surprise, is staying for the afternoon with Ellis and Scarlet.
They both asked me to stay, but I know that they need some time together and with me around, Mason can get a little distracted.
“Who wants to go to a pub?” Elliot asks. “I haven’t been pub drunk in months.”
Elliot is in an annoyingly good mood today, and Megan being the extrovert of the group, clings to his every word.
