Mase just smiled this sideways, teasing grin as he finished off his food. He stole a small piece of fish from my plate, and then tried to distract me from his thieving ways by throwing an arm over my shoulder and leaning into my side. "So, Flabby, are you and that kid finally together?"
"What kid?" I asked him in a low, secretive voice.
"Sacha," he whispered back.
We were pretty much alone on the first floor with the exception of Miles and Julian who were on the other end of the bus. Everyone else was on the second floor doing God knows what. There really wasn't a point in him trying to be secretive, but I thought it was amusing anyway. The bastard tried to be quiet at the wrong times.
"He’s older than you are,” I noted before adding, “and I don't know, why?"
His dark blue eyes narrowed. "Because I need to know whether to tell him what’ll happen if he does anything stupid," he said matter-of-factly.
I had to tuck my lips in to keep from smiling at his form of a threat. "Really?"
Mason nodded, tightening his hold around me. "Flabby, you know I don't have any sisters—"
"Thank God," I let out one tiny snort, imagining a female Mason.
He sniffed. "But if we aren't getting married—"
I snorted.
"Then I need to make sure some douchebag isn't going to break your heart," he said before wincing. "Again."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his addition. "Thanks for the reminder, asswipe."
Mason simply smiled and shrugged. "I got him back for you, don't you worry there." The reminder of what had gone down in San Antonio just made me grin. They had been so quiet about what exactly happened that required Brandon to get three new tires, that I still had no clue. Why he hadn't gone for all four was beyond me, but knowing Mason, there was a reason.
That didn't mean it was necessarily a good reason, but whatever.
“Did you tell him about Laverne and Shirley already?”
Yeah, I had to pinch the bridge of my nose after that question. “You mean Lucy and Ethel,” I clarified. “No, I haven’t told him. I don’t know how.”
“Don’t ask me, Flabs. I say surprise the shit out of him.” He did his bestStripteasereenactment by pretending to rip his shirt wide. “What is he going to do? Barf? Sayoh no?Pssh. No way.”
"Oh, Mase," I smiled at him, "what would I do without you?"
He shrugged, all loose muscles and languid smiles. "Dream about me."
"Ha!" I leaned toward him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "In my nightmares."
Mason snickered and squeezed me one more time before dropping his arm with a sigh. "Speaking of nightmares, your brother and your honey bun are coming over; I think we made him jealous."
I rolled my eyes and got up to throw away both of our plates. Sure enough, Eliza and Sacha were right behind me in no time. But my gray-eyed friend, who had told the sold-out audience that night how much he liked brunettes, didn't seem flustered at all. The last thing I'd want to deal with was someone jealous over the likes of Mason. My Mason, who was like a hot adopted brother that escaped from a mental facility.
Once the other two joined us, we hung out for a couple of hours playing Spoons while they told me places we should try to go while the tour was in England. I wasn't really tired, but I went to bed at the same time as Eliza anyway, leaving Mason and Sacha in the living area watching television.
At some point once I’d dozed off, I woke up sensing pressure on my hand before I saw light coming through a crack in my curtains. Squinting, my eyes adjusted enough for me to be able to see it was Sacha touching me. His bunk was located directly above mine once more.
“You okay?” I whispered.
Those long fingers I admired on a regular basis stroked my jaw. “Yeah. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He didn’t give me a chance to ask what his intention had been. He ducked his head into my bunk, kissed my cheek, squeezed my shoulder and shut the curtain.
Yeah, I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. It wasn’t until at least ten minutes later that I started wondering why I hadn’t invited him to lay with me.
The next night, after an awesome show in Glasgow, I was already in bed when the curtain got pulled back. I knew who the intruder was before my eyes finished adjusting.
"I can't sleep," Sassy Pants whispered.
