A lot of it.
Did I want this?
Was I sure?
I gripped his shirt in my hands, pulling him even closer, our chests smashed together. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I murmured.
He framed my face with his hands, a disquieting, gentle gesture that almost shattered my resolve.
Then he kissed me.
It was gentle. A caress.
My wobbly legs turned to liquid.
Then it turned rough.
Harsh.
A bruising of flesh and teeth. Mason groaned low in the back of his throat. I let out a breathy sigh.
I was forgetting everything.
Everything but the man kissing me in view of everyone.
Audible laughter had us pulling apart. A group of teenagers ran by us whistling and yelling rude words.
“Let’s go.” Mason reached behind me and unlocked my door, letting me into the safe, dark interior of his car. I ran my hands through my hair, my hands shaking.
I was forgetting too much.
I couldn’t do that.
No matter how hot Mason was. Or how well he could kiss.
But I’m going home with him….
Into the belly of the beast.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
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“Don’t mind the cat. He’s an asshole,” Mason said, unlocking his apartment door and letting me inside.
I had barely paid attention to where we were as he drove us to his home.
I knew the address already anyway.
He flipped on the lights and I looked around, just as he had looked around my house earlier. Taking everything in. Cataloging the things I should notice. Paying attention to the things others wouldn’t.
Like the photographs. The smiling man with his arm slung around Mason.
Another of this same man, only as a teenager wearing a basketball jersey, with a wide, toothy grin and a life ahead of him.
These were Mason’s secrets.
His past.
