Page 80 of Switching Skates
She tells me how amazing everything has been with Jackson and how he got her a dresser at his house so she could keep clothes and whatever else there. I know they’re moving a bit fast, but if they’re happy and communicating honestly, then who the fuck cares?
After that, we do some house cleaning, jamming out to a playlist of mine.
When we finally finish, I find a text from Mason.
Mason: How am I supposed to focus on anything when I can’t stop thinking about you?
A nervous lump grows in my throat, and I bite down on my smile.
“Is that Mason?” Maeve asks with a mocking sweet voice.
“Nope.” I pop theP, not trying to hide the fact that I’m lying.
“Bullshit.” She laughs and puts the vacuum away in the closet while I plop down on the couch and text him back.
Me: I don’t know. I had an easy time working today. ;)
Mason: Oh, really? No lingering thoughts of last night? Or what I would have done to you this morning had I not been so rudely kicked out?
Images of the possibility flash through my mind, scorching arousal pooling in my core. If Maeve hadn’t been here, would hehave taken me on the couch or my bed? The spare bedroom he’s been staying in? Maybe bent over the kitchen counter?
Shaking the tantalizing thoughts from my mind, I message him back, teasing him playfully.
Me: Let me think.
Me: Nope.
Me: Oh wait, I was thinking about that funnel cake.
Mason: Hmm.
Mason: I’ll make them for you again.
Mason: If you stop acting like such a brat.
Me: :(
Me: I can’t. It’s in my DNA.
Mason: That’s unfortunate.
Me: What will I do? I need them.
Mason: Yeah? Well, I need you.
I bite the inside of my cheek and roll onto my stomach, brushing my feet together in the air.
Me: Maybe we make a trade.
Mason: Are you trying to offer me sexual favors in exchange for gluten-free food?
Me: You have no idea how hard it is to find something gluten-free that is that delicious.
Mason: You’re ridiculous, ha-ha.
Me: Ridiculously cute.
Mason: and sexy
