Page 112 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Don’t you dare think about AshLynn right now.
I silence my thoughts when he comes back in the room. He lies down next to me and pulls me into him.
“Just had to get rid of the condom,” he murmurs into my hair. “The bathroom is incredible, by the way.”
I smile. Not only because he’s complimenting my bathroom, which did turn out fantastic, but also because he came back and he’s holding me again.
See? Not leaving.
“Is it okay that I’m here?” It’s like he reads my thoughts sometimes.
“Here like at my house? Or in my bed?”
“Here in your bed, with you. After we had sex. At your house.”
“Yes.” I kiss his shoulder. “Most definitely.”
“Good,” he says. “Because I definitely don’t want to leave.”
Which makes me smile.
I must fall asleep because the next thing I know I’m waking up alone in my bed. I reach over just in case, but the sheets on the other side are cold.
He’s gone.
And he’s been gone a while.
He got what he wanted. He’s out.
I make the kissy noise to invite P-Tink up to the bed, needing the comfort of my fluffy friend suddenly. But she doesn’t come.
“P-Tink?” I call.
Nothing.
Kissy noise.
Nothing.
I turn on the bedside lamp and look around. She’s not in here.
Weird. She always sleeps in here with me. Maybe she got freaked out by Mason being here.
Oh god, what if he accidentally let her out when he left and now she’s trapped outside? I get up, grab my robe, and set out to look for her. All sorts of horrible images running through my head. I hear voices as I near the living room and see low lights flickering.
Mason dressed in his slacks, is sitting on the couch with my dog. They are sharing a bag of chips and watching TV.
“Hey, babe, I’ll have to buy you some more chips tomorrow. P-Tink and I finished off this bag. Sorry. I worked up an appetite.” He winks and smiles.
He didn’t leave. He stayed. And ate my chips. With my dog. And watched my TV. It feels so couple-like.
“No problem.” I smile.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “Too wired and you were zonked, so I didn’t want to wake you. So, I grabbed my other girl here and I came out here to watch TV.”
His other girl. Am I the first girl?
He pats the couch next to him. I curl into his chest and he puts his arm around me. “Now I have my girl and my other girl.” He kisses my forehead and points to the TV. “This is one of those house rehab shows. It’s ridiculous how fast they do everything, and never need permits or inspectors. Everything happens in half an hour. Drives me crazy. But I keep watching anyway.” He laughs and shakes his head.
