Page 99 of Boundaries

“Really, you knew I was there?”

“Yes. Kept me going. Made me want to properly wake the fuck up.”

His words were warming.

“I thought about all the things I want to do to you when I’ve recovered,” Mason said with a slight suggestive look.

His comment made me chuckle, “One thing at a time,” I batted back.

I couldn’t help but drink him in, his scent soothing my nostrils and I wanted to bury my head against his chest.

“Your mum and brothers are on their way,” I explained, lifting my eyes to his face again.

His expression was deep as he watched me, “You’re the only one I want to see right now. You’re the only one I’ve been seeing this entire time. As I said, even in my sleep, your face is all I could see, Amy,” Mason told me in a gruff, honest voice.

His words coaxed me from behind that wall I’d built which prevented me from expressing my feelings.

“Me too, Mason, you’re all I’ve thought about. I’ve never experienced the amount of pain that thinking about losing you caused me.”

“Tell, me about it. When I saw the flames after settling Tiny for the night, I freaked out. I almost crashed the car to get to you.”

I digested those words before pointing out, “And you saved me, Mason, in more ways than one.”

There was a three-beat silence, our gazes remaining tangled.

After a moment’s pause, Mason released a pent-up sigh, “I think over the years we’ve saved each other. Just in a slightly fucked up way,” he said, rolling his shoulders slightly.

I grimaced, “Are you comfortable, do you want me to get the nurse?” I shot out, moving toward him and perching on the edge of his bed.

Those dark, deep eyes still had some spark and they roamed over me, “No, everything I want is right here.”

Love must have been oozing from every pour, it was so difficult not to reach out and feel his skin against my own. For those hands to be on my body.

I placed my fingers gently over Mason’s cast. It was cool to touch.

My eyes must have said exactly how I was feeling as I stared down into those deep pools that were watching me intently. I couldn’t believe how much I loved this man.

And then, I said what I had come to say.

“I love you, Mason. I think I’ve always loved you.”

Once those words were aired, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted. No more hiding and that everything between us now made sense.

Mason welcomed the news and returned my smile, his eyes expressing his own feelings, he didn’t even need to return those three words but he did.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he then exhaled with a smile, “Who would have thought it, little Amy Taylor-Joy, the thorn in my side, my fucking nemesis.”

He shuffled against the pillows, “You light me up. You always have. Even when we were kids,” he confessed.

I nodded in agreement and withdrew the necklace I had found in his wallet. The jade leather chained one I had given him for luck when I was seven and he was thirteen.

I placed it over his cast and Mason raised his hand, the jade stone glittering in the lights of the room.

His smile became wider, “See, I knew I’d be OK, as I had this on me when the floor collapsed,” Mason pointed out. I was so relieved he didn’t appear to have that many blanks in his memory. But I was glad the doctor said he didn’t have any details of the fall. It must have been terrifying.

My eyebrows inched up my head, “So it did give you luck then?”

He digested my question before replying, “Yes, it must have done something. And the day you gave this to me. That day was the last time Mitchell ever hit me again. You must have been my Guardian angel.”

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