Page 35 of A Second Chance At Forever

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Lennox

I woke, but didn’t move. I wasn’t sure if the night before was a dream or not. When I felt his soft lips press against my forehead, I knew it was safe to open my eyes.

After Mason and I showered, we made our way downstairs for breakfast.

Mason started pulling food from the fridge to cook while I got busy pouring us both a cup of coffee. I added in cream and sugar before taking a small sip. “What kind of coffee do you buy? Mine never tastes this good.”

“Only because I didn’t make it.” He stood in front of the stove, barefoot and only wearing a pair of loose jeans that hung from his hips, giving me a nice view of his strong back.

I let my eyes drift over his shirtless back. He only got more defined over the years causing me to want him more than ever.

Mason turned around to face me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sorry, what?” I asked, being snapped back to reality.

Mason let out a small laugh. “Are you ready to eat?”

I grabbed us some forks along with the syrup while Mason served up the pancakes.

We sat and ate the delicious breakfast that he made, talking about all the work that he had done to the house. We kept the conversation light, not wanting to ruin everything with questions that regarded us. He asked about my previous tours, recording albums, and how I liked living in California. I kept my answers short, not wanting to tell him that it wasn’t for me. I knew Mason, he liked to take the blame for everything and I was afraid he would blame himself somehow.

Before I knew it, it was approaching late morning and we were still sitting around our breakfast plates drinking coffee and talking.

“I should be getting back. Do you mind giving me a ride?”

“Yeah, we probably should get going. I didn’t realize how late it was getting. I need to check in with the weekend crew at the shop.” Mason took both our plates and put them in the sink. We made our way toward the bedroom to change back into our clothes before heading out toward the truck.

“Listen, Mase, I don’t know what happened between us yesterday, but I don’t think it should happen again. At least, not until you’re single.” I turned to meet his eyes as we drove down the gravel country road.

“I agree, that’s not me. I’ve never been a cheater and I’m sorry things went that way,” he turned his eyes back to the road and shrugged. “I mean, I’m not sorry about what we did. That part was amazing, but it shouldn’t have happened, yet. How long do you plan on sticking around?”

“I was thinking about getting an apartment for a while. The breakup hasn’t been released yet and I would like to let everything calm down.”

“I know it’s none of my business, but how the fuck did you end up with that guy? Why did you accept his proposal?”

I let out a small laugh. “I honestly don’t know. I started dating him because I was lonely. I just needed somebody. Before I knew it, we had been together for six months and he popped the question. I don’t know why I said yes, I regretted it the minute I accepted. Just confused I guess.”

“I understand that, but Lennox, if I ever see that motherfucker, I will kill him,” he said with an almost deadly expression.

“What are you going to do about Nicole? Do you plan on telling her about us?” Butterflies filled my stomach.

He let out a long breath. “I’m going to break it off with her tonight. I don’t know what I’m going to tell her. I just know I don’t want to hurt her, she doesn’t deserve any of this.”

I agreed with him, Nicole didn’t deserve to be hurt. As far as I knew, she had always been good to Mason. I felt horrible about the way we went about everything. I knew about Nicole but once I heard him say he was breaking up with her, I didn’t give her another thought. I hated that I turned Mason into a cheater. I got caught up in the moment, and for the first time in five years, Mason was in front of me, wanting me. I couldn’t think past that, he was there and I wanted him. I didn’t care who got hurt. Like I said, I’m selfish.

We pulled up to the coffee shop where I left my car and Mason put the truck in park. “Can I call you?” Hope filled his eyes.

“You better call me.” I smiled before getting out of the truck.

Since I was already at the coffee shop, I ran inside to grab a coffee and a newspaper to try and find an apartment.

I was waiting on my coffee when I began to flip through the paper.

“Looking for an apartment?”

I turned around to look over my shoulder. It was Ashley.

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