‘I know,’ he murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on my back.
‘Please get me out of here.’
Mason takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing the top of it carefully, his lips soft and warm on my skin.
‘Here for you,’ he says, just like we always used to. ‘Always.’
I smile sadly. ‘Always.’
‘Psycho?’
‘We’ve watched that one too many times,’ Mason counters.
‘Get Out?’
‘We watched that last time.’
‘Oh, yeah,’ I agree. ‘Alien?’
Mason shakes his head. ‘Not tonight.’
‘The Invisible Man?’
‘I watched that one last month.’
‘A Quiet Place?’
Flicking his hand into a finger gun, he aims it at me. ‘Bingo.’
Switching off the light, I wander over to the lounge. Mason is settled right in the centre of it, with his arm slung over the back. He glances up at me, patting the spot beside him. I flop down and nestle into his side, feeling myself relax in his hold.
He presses his lips to my temple, making my pulse race.
Focus on the movie.
Being here with him, just like this – it feels so right.
‘I want this every night,’ he whispers, lips still pressed against the side of my head.
I turn towards him, our lips coming dangerously close to meeting. My heart is thrumming, steadily increasing in pace as we inch closer and closer. He nuzzles my cheek, the slight stubble across his jaw tenderly rubbing against my chin, and I close my eyes at the feel of it. My favourite look of his is when he has a little stubble.
‘Always?’ I ask softly.
‘Always. Me and you.’
‘Me and you,’ I murmur, feeling warm, safe and content here in his arms.
‘Think about it,’ he says. ‘About me, you and what you want.’
‘Okay.’
‘It will work out as it should.’
‘I hope so.’
Kissing me gently once more, he turns his head, facing the TV. Burrowing my face into his chest, I snuggle in close as we watch the movie.
When the credits start rolling, neither of us moves.
