Page 25 of If You Could Only See
Shane lookedback and up at me and justtilted her head in a what-can-you-do fashion, but before I couldcomment, I felt a hand clap my back and a recognized a voice Iwould know even in death. “What say you, big brother?”
I turned myhead towards Aiden. “We’re leaving,” I answered. “I’m going back to Shane’s.” Aiden smirked,but didn’t comment. I watched as he pulled out his phone to textthe twins, no doubt.
Shane’s sweetvoice pulledmy eyes towardsher. “Oh, Aiden,” she smiled as she removed his windbreaker fromher shoulders. “Here’s your jacket. Thank you for…uhm…letting meborrow it?” She voiced it like a question when she realized she hadno idea why Aiden had draped his jacket over her.
“He wascovering you the fuck up,Shane,” I informed her. “That tank top showseverything.”
Sheturnedfrom Aiden to me andarched a perfectly groomed brow. “It’s a completely acceptable andappropriate article of clothing, Mason,” she replied,condescendingly.
“Not anymore,it is,” I threw back at her.But before she could tear me a new one, Gabriel and Michael joinedus from out of nowhere.
Michaelthrew his arm around Shane’sshoulders and I had to grit my teeth at the site. “How you faring,Pretty Girl?”
“I’m fine,” sheanswered, softly.
“So, I hear we’rebouncin’,” Gabe asked.
I tuggedShane from Michael’s embraceand wrapped her against my body. “Yep. I’ve had enough of thisplace.”
All three of mybrothers nodded in agreement just like I knewthey would, and Aiden already had his phone out,using his Uber app, as we headed towards the front yard, bypassingthe inside of the house.
We waited onthe sidewalk for our ride and the wait was,almost, enough to drive me insane.
Chapter 13
Shane~
Wewaited the ride to my apartment outin complete silence.
But thatsilence was so loud, it was deafening.
It wasokay until the Uber dropped offMason’s brothers and it was just us two in the car.
My heart had beenpounding so hard, it was all I could hear.
And, now, thatI was opening the door to myapartment with Mason right behind me, I felt like I was on theverge of a heart attack.
I had neverbeen overly nervous or concerned about losing my virginity, butthen, I never imaginedI wouldlose it to Masonfreakin’Buchanan.
What in thehellwas Ithinking?
What the hellam Istillthinking?
Evenafter everything he said, apart of me was terrified to think this was now my reality. Masonhad made some serious declarations and the insecure little fostergirl in me was petrified to believe him.
I mean, whywould he want me? How could he possibly claimto love me when he knew nothing about me? Hecould have his pick of any female on the planet and he wanted anobody foster kid?
It didn’t makesense.
Since Ilived in a tiny, one-bedroomapartment, you could see right into the opened door of the bathroomand bedroom. So, it didn’t mean Mason was an evil genius when hetook my hand and guided me directly into my room without me havingto point it out to him.
As soonas we entered the bedroom, Mason saton the edge of the bed and pulled me to stand in between his legs.He was tall enough that, even sitting down with me standing up, hisface reached my chest.
He placed hishands on my hips, and when helooked up at me, I thought my knees were going to buckle. For threeyears, his face gave nothing away, save for what I thought was hiscontempt for me. But now…now his face was so full of emotions thatI wasn’t sure I was prepared to handle them all.
Mason had noplans tomake love to me ifthe look on his face was any sign.
No. No…Masonwas going to fuck me. And myvirgin status made no difference.
