Page 37 of The Night We Met

He starts to get off me but I don’t want him to, so I try to lock my arms tighter.

“Babe I have to throw the condom away.”

I groan but let him get up anyway.

Before Mason gets back in bed, he walks over to the sink in the corner of the room and wets a washcloth. Walking back over to the bed in all his naked glory, he swipes the washcloth between my legs and wipes himself off as well.Tossing the washcloth in the hamper, he pulls his boxers back on and hands me his shirt to wear.

And for the rest of the night we lay in his bed. With the TV on for background noise and talking about anything and everything. Making love more times than I can count. And no sooner than not, I drift off to sleep.

May 2011

Summer break is officially here! My last final was the hardest out of all my classes and my brain is officially fried! I’m ready for an academic break.

“Hey, baby! How was your last final?” Mason asks when I plop down in a chair next to him in the cafeteria. My head lands on his shoulder and I finally feel myself relax. “That bad huh?” Mason says with a chuckle.

“Why was it a requirement for me to take physics again? My brain is fried. My eyes have never seen so many terms or equations in my life. And I think I may end up having nightmares about that final.”

Mason places a kiss on my temple. The gesture is so him, that my heart weeps.

“The only thing you should be dreaming about is the white sandy beaches that we’ll be surrounded by for the next month.”

It takes a minute for my brain to register what he just announced. My head pops up. “We got the beach house?!”

“We sure did. We leave next week. That should give us both time to go home and grab beachy clothes and not school-y clothes.”

I give him a loud kiss on the lips. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I need to go pack up my stuff. Bye!” With one last kiss I sprint to my dorm room.

Kamryn

Mid May 2011

Aweek later, Mason and I are driving down the final stretch of road to the beach house. A whole month alone with absolutely no interruptions is my favorite kind of summer. Mason slows down the car as he turns his signal light on. When he turns and the trees give way to a beautiful bungalow, my jaw goes completely slack.

“I take it you like it?”

I’m still speechless, “Like it? I love it. You did good babe.”

I lean over the center console and kiss him on the cheek. When Mason said he was going to pick out a beach house for us for a month in the summer, I didn’t believe him. I jokingly told him to pick something cute with a few bedrooms. And I gotta say that he did really good picking this house out.

“Thanks. Let’s go take our stuff inside and explore.”

We get out of the car and take our stuff into the foyer. It’s a beautiful one-story house. The foyer opens right up to the living room, where we can see the white sandy beachjust beyond that. To the left of the living room is a full chef’s kitchen with light gray granite countertops, white cabinets, stainless steel stove, and light brown/ taupe wood flooring flowing throughout the house.

The rest of the house is spectacular with a movie room and a home gym with a steam room. The primary bedroom has a California King Bed that has French doors leading out to the porch and down to the beach. The other bedroom is simple with a queen size bed and a small dresser. The furniture contrasts perfectly with the cabinets in the kitchen. The white contrasting with the light brown/ taupe flooring looks simple, but timeless.

“What do you think?” Mason asks when he comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head on top of mine.

“It’s beautiful. Like it exceeds all of my expectations.”

“What would you like to do first?”

I turn around and pull him with me towards the bedroom. “Christen the bed of course.”

Mason chuckles as he follows me. “Kamryn Rawlins. What am I going to do with you?”

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