Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Sex with him wouldn’t just be good. It would be fucking fantastic.
“Here.” I pick up the remote and hand it to him. “Judge me while I use the bathroom.” Realizing that I’m starting to actually like the guy, I get up so I can put literal space between us. Other than being incredibly attractive, Mason is likable—nope. Don’t go there.
I can’t. I won’t. Not again.
By the time I come back into the living room after brushing my teeth, Mason has a movie picked out. It’s a comedy action movie about a group of FBI agents who go out and get drunk in Vegas but get called on a mission in the middle of partying. It’s funny and a good movie, but I’m so relaxed sitting here next to Mason, I let my eyes fall shut.
I don’t know the last time I had someone next to me who calmed my nervous system like this. One of the first things I noticed when he sat down was that he was wearing a gun in a holster. Mason isn’t messing around when it comes to keeping me safe, but it’s deeper than that. He listens. He cares. Hell, he remembered me very casually mentioning to Enzo that I like to eat apples and peanut butter as a snack with honey. I don’t even think Enzo listened to me saying that.
My eyes open only to flutter shut and the next thing I know, I’m asleep.
“Mira.”
I inhale, mind waking up but I don’t open my eyes.
“Mira.”
Is that a man’s voice? Holy shit it is! My eyes open and I sit up fast. Then I remember Mason is here and I dozed off on the couch. Though it seems I full on fell asleep because I’m half stretched out and Mason has an arm around me, keeping me from falling.
“You looked like you were having a nightmare.”
“Was I?” I ask and sit up. The TV is off and the only light filling the living room is coming from the large windows to our side. Violet is curled up, sleeping on a lounge chair, and Mason covered me with a blanket.
“You were twitching.”
“Oh.” I rub my hand over my face. “I guess I fell asleep.”
“You and me both.” Soft light from the buildings outside illuminates his face. “Want to go to bed?”
“Yeah, but, uh, I just…I just have my room.”
“I’m good on the couch.”
“You sure?” I ask and then regret it. If I bring Mason Harris into my room, I know exactly what’s going to happen. And by the way he’s looking at me, he does, too.
“Yes. The couch is comfy. Obviously.” He flashes a half smile. “Since we both knocked out pretty fast.”
I wiggle against the cushions. “Yeah. It’s not too bad.” And it really is way too fucking comfortable right now. Mason is at the end with his legs out in front of him on the chaise lounge part of the couch. And I’m sideways, with my head resting against his firm body. I feel so safe next to him and I don’t want to move. Mostly because I am just so comfortable and I really don’t know what will happen once I stand.
Will I turn and grab Mason’s hand, pulling him into the bedroom with me? Maybe he’ll get up and follow. It wouldn’t be terrible, would it? Not if it was just sex. Mason is the perfect person to have no-strings sex with. I’m attracted to him, which is the most important thing when you’re looking for a casual hookup. It doesn’t have to be any deeper than that.
He turns me on, I turn him on, and we fuck.
Then he leaves and we never have to talk again. Which isn’t going to work because we do have to talk again and things have to remain civil and not awkward between us. So I rationalize that the best thing to do is to stay right here.
I make no move to get up and instead let my eyes fall shut again. Mason doesn’t say anything and after a few minutes, I tip my head up and see that his eyes are shut and his breathing is slow and steady. He’s asleep. Turning on my side, I let my head rest against his thigh and close my eyes, falling asleep in just minutes.
“That is so romantic!” Elsie coos. We’re all sitting in the lounge at the barn and I just filled the girls in on everything that happened last night.
“Not really,” I shoot back, working to keep the smile off my face.
“He came over to protect you.” Elsie looks around, nodding as she tries to get Zara or Kat to agree. “That is romantic.”
“He’s doing his job.” I shrug. “That’s all.”
“That hunk of a man didn’t have to stay all night,” Zara prods. “He already sent a cop to drive by, came over and checked things out, and determined you were safe.”