Page 56 of Mr. Almost

The warmth of the cup makes me sigh as I bring it up and take a sip.

“Good?” Mason rasps.

“So good. Thank you,” I mutter as I go in for another drink.

Then he holds out his other hand, two tablets in the middle. I grab them, swallowing them without question.

“You’re welcome. I made you breakfast too.”

“Marry me,” I spit out, my cheeks reddening as my words register.

Hungover Olivia needs to learn how to keep her mouth shut. Jesus, I know drunk Olivia said some shit about wanting him, and I think he said he wanted me too, but I can’t be sure. Now this version is offering marriage. He is going to run far away from mymess.

Mason chuckles. “If I thought you meant it, I’d say yes, but for the record, when it comes down to one of us asking that question, let me do it.”

That has me stopping. How sexist of him. Why can’t I be the one to propose?

“Why you?” I demand.

Mason raises a brow. “All right, sassy pants, settle down. I might be all for women’s rights, but there are some things I’m a little old-fashioned about. Being the one to ask for a hand in marriage is one of them.”

I agree with him, so why am I arguing right now? Right, I’m not in my right mind. Instead of keeping the argument going, I concede.

“Good to know. What did you make to eat?” I take another sip of my coffee.

It is made exactly how I like it. It tastes so good. Since Mason started coming over, he has made sure I always have the creamer and syrup I like. I used to skip on them more often than not. It’s one of the small things I’ve let him do for me, even though the independent woman in me wanted to stop it. Thankfully, the selfish part of me wants the good coffee.

“I made bacon, eggs, and hash browns.”

My stomach growls in response to his words. A greasy breakfast sounds amazing. It would soak up any leftover alcohol.

Then I realized what he said.

“I didn’t have any of that in my fridge.” I feel my forehead furrow, but that only makes it hurt, so I stop quickly.

Mason shrugs. “I know. Ari and I ran out to the store while you were sleeping.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. Yesterday, I would have screamed at him for doing that without me.

Today? I feel like he only did it for me. To take care of me.

“I hope that’s okay.”

“No, that’s fine. I trust you.” I mean every word of it too.

I don’t know what is going on with me and Mason, but no matterwhat, I trust him with Ari. Ari loves him, and I know he loves her too. He’s so good with her. I know without a doubt that he will always be in our daughter’s life. Which means he will always be in mine. The question is, in what capacity?

Mason’s shoulders relax. “Good. Now let’s get some food in you and maybe another cup of coffee.”

He stands and holds out a hand. I slip mine into his, and he pulls me off the bed carefully.

“Thanks. Then all I’ll need is a shower, and I’ll feel human again.” I cringe. “I should probably go wash my face.”

“Why?” Mason asks over his shoulder as he walks into the kitchen.

I take a seat at the little dining table I have. “Because I probably look like a raccoon.”

Mason frowns as he pulls a plate out of the cabinet. “You washed your face and brushed your teeth last night when you got home.”

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