Page 33 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Mason
“Doyou know if your dad got us a room with two beds?” I ask AshLynn.
“I don’t know why he would,” she says.
“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you, AshLynn.”
“As if I would even let you.”
“You say that like you are taking the bed if there’s only one.”
“I am.”
“You don’t automatically get the bed.”
“Of course I do.”
“We can flip for it.”
“My dad is paying for it.”
She has a point.
“I can just as easily pay for it.”
She shrugs. Which seems to be her favorite reaction to most things I say. Her version of:Fuck you, Mason. No one cares what you think.
We reach the hotel and check in. Say goodnight to her parents, and head to our room.
With one bed.
Fuck.
But there is an armchair with a footstool, so I’m in luck. If you consider sleeping on a chair to be lucky. I brush my teeth, find the extra blankets, and settle in to my chair.
Meanwhile, AshLynn is still unpacking her bathroom supplies. The girl has more bottles of lotions and potions than I’ve ever seen. It takes her almost thirty minutes to prepare for bed. I’m nearly asleep when she exits the bathroom and turns all the lights back on to get into bed.
“Did you need to turn them all on?” I ask squinting.
“Yes, I did. I don’t want to trip over anything. Now close your eyes, I’m taking my robe off. I already know how much you like to perv on naked girls.”
Don’t comment, Mason. Just keep quiet.
I do as instructed, waiting until the lights are off to open them. “I go for a run first thing in the morning, just so you know.”
“If you wake me, I will kill you.”
“Then who would you have to blackmail into being your fake fiancé?”
“Fine, I’ll make your life hell then.”
“Already accomplished,dear.”
“Well, then my work here is mostly done. I hope you don’t sleep well, Mason.”
“Ditto, AshLynn. Ditto.”
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