Page 53 of Scary In Love
Even in the dim light, I can tell he’s blushing. I’ve seen so many sides of Mason tonight, but the shy, flustered version was the one I met that first night, and it’s the one I like best.
“That’s very formal, considering what you just did to me.”
“If you say no, I’ll lock the doors and put you back in the cellar.”
I uncross my legs and drape one over his, then the other. “Oh, that sounds really healthy.”
He helps me slide into his lap, and my legs wrap around his waist like they’ve always belonged there. He trails kisses up my cheek and whispers in my ear.
“Come on, you’d love to be my sex slave, and you know it.”
God, I really would.
“Tell me what goofy boyfriend stuff involves?” I brush my face against his like a sleepy kitten.
“Holding hands.” He weaves ours together and kisses my knuckles one by one. “Twirling your hair. Date nights.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Do you like scary movies?” His Ghostface impression sends a shiver down my spine, in the best way. I have visions of him chasing me through this house, before remembering that’s literally what he’s just done.
A fucking chainsaw.
It was unhinged, and brilliant, and scary, and sexy, and I’ll never get over it. He tugs on my braid and snaps me out of my stupor.
“Mhmm, I love them.”
“Then I’ll build you a cinema. There’s bound to be a spare room around here somewhere.” He presses his forehead against mine. “We can brush fingers when we reach for the popcorn at the same time. Make out in the back row. Miss every ending.”
Oh, what a life that would be.
“You should add an outdoor cinema next year,” I tell him, stifling a yawn. “On one of the fields. Screen all the classics like an old-school drive-in theatre.”
“That’s genius.” He yawns too, and mine comes back with full force. “What movies?”
“You could showScreamand have actors in Ghostface costumes jump out and bang on the windows. Or28 Days Laterand have zombies walking around in between cars. I think people would love that even if I think they’re—”
He finishes my sentence for me. “Predictable and boring.”
Mason Miller never misses an opportunity to show me how much he cares. He’s always watching and listening and remembering the little details. Boyfriend Mason? Yeah, I think I do want to spend more time with that guy.
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him softly. “Nothing predictable or boring about you though, is there?”
He strokes up and down my back, and we bounce more ideas around; for the haunt, for the house, for us. Mason’s words are like a lullaby, and in my exhausted state my body sways backwards. He catches me, pulling me deeper into his lap.
I feel him half-hard through his boxer briefs, so I tip my hips and the friction makes us both moan. His hands sneak up my sides until he’s cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples again.
“I meant what I said earlier, Jenna. That thing about wanting all of you, it wasn’t just for tonight.”
“I meant what I said, too.”
“When?” His mouth hovers over mine, and I whisper against it. “Every time I begged for more. It feels like we’re just getting started.”
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Jenna
One Year Later
