I smiled at him and he smiled back at me.
Then he messed with my hair some more. “If it makes you feel any better, your boobs are way nicer than that chick’s were.”
Was it rude? Of course it was, but I laughed anyway, and me laughing only made Mase do it too.
“What would I do without you?”
“Be bored to death,” he replied, tugging on my hair.
I crossed my eyes.
“I don’t like seeing you bummed, so cut it out. A week is long enough.”
If only he’d seen me right after my breakup. Plus, he’d already done who knows what to Brandon’s car in retaliation. “See? And Mandy used to say you didn’t care about anything.”
He frowned. “I forgot about her.”
“I just remember her telling me that she was going to kick my ass if I didn’t stop text messaging you.” Then I’d told her I’d been in Mason’s life before her and I’d be in it afterward, just to be a bitch.
He cracked up. “She hated your guts! I forgot about that!” He blew out a breath. “Most of my girlfriends—” for the record, he hadn’t had an official girlfriend in at least five years, “haven’t liked you, now that I think about it.”
Of course they hadn’t. Most of them had always thought there was more to our friendship than what there was. It wasn’t like I could blame them, but I always tried to be extra respectful and not pinch his butt cheeks out of anger when he was dating someone.
“Remember Teresa Martinez back in junior year? I broke up with her because she said you were annoying.”
I blinked, knowing exactly whom he was referring to. She’d been one of his girlfriends that hadn’t gotten on my nerves. That fake bitch. While I realized it was dumb to be offended over a comment someone had made ten years ago, I couldn’t help but get a little grumpy about it. “She said that to you?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t believe it. You’re a pain in the ass, not annoying.”
I snorted. “Well, she was a slut, I remember that.”
He elbowed me with a snicker. “I know. That’s why I dated her.”
Oh God.
Then he kept on going, as if I wanted to hear all the shitty things his past girlfriends had said about me. Which I didn’t. “You remember Crystal Hernandez? Senior year? She called you a bitch. I let her give me a blow job and never called her again.”
My hands went over my face as I repressed the urge to laugh. When I finally had myself under control, I cupped my cheeks and shook my head. “What a noble, noble gesture. Seriously. Thank you.”
Mason grinned. “Right?”
Dropping my hands, I nodded up at him. There were tears in my eyes, and I didn’t even bother blinking them away. “I wouldn’t trade you for a million dollars, Mase.”
His reply was to beam at me.
“But for ten million, I’d work out some kind of visitation schedule.”
It wasthe pain in my neck that woke me up.
There was also the fact that one of my legs was hot, my arm was numb, and I had a headache.
I’d barely opened an eye to figure out what the hell was going on when I realized I wasn’t in my bunk. The cushion beneath me was harder than it should have been and there was way too much light. What the hell?
I tried to think back on my last clear memory, and that was Mase and I on the couch watching infomercialsand arguing over whether this bonding glue they were presenting would really work or not. After that I couldn’t remember anything. The only answer I had was that it didn’t take a genius to figure out that my head hurt from the entire bottle we’d polished off between the two of us.
Once I managed to pry another eyelid open, it was confirmed that I was still on the couch. My skull was using my inner bicep as a pillow and luckily I was facing the back of the cushion instead of outward where everyone could see my face while I was sleeping. It wasn’t until I tried to get to my knees that I realized why my leg was so hot. Mase was passed out halfway on top of me, half on his side. He was using my lower back as a pillow, and I think he might have been cupping a butt cheek.
I groaned as I started shaking one of Mason’s shoulders blindly, trying not to savor the weird taste in my mouth. “I need to get up,” I mumbled, shoving at him until he grumbled and squirmed around. As soon as he shifted, I rolled off the couch and just barely landed softly on my hands and knees before settling onto my butt. I groaned, vowing never to drink so much wine again. That was when I looked up.
