Chapter Eleven Mason （In Daphne’s Body） #2
Daphne grabs her phone and rapidly types. “Done. We also need a cover story as to why I’m still staying at the house tonight since she said I could only stay one night.”
“We could tell her that I saw some creep lurking around and that you should stay just for security and safety.”
“Aren’t you just full of ideas today?” She smiles, and I think that’s because she likes my plan. “Yeah, that’ll work, I think.”
“Perfect.” I pull into the driveway of the team house and kill the engine. “Nobody’s here.”
She exhales loudly, relieved. “Thank goodness. Come on.” She shoves the bags between us to free her from her shopping-bag prison and opens her door. She gets out and shuts the door behind her.
I join her, fumbling with my keys, finding the house key, and I unlock the front door for us when I reach it.
The house is quiet, thankfully. I lead the way upstairs toward my room, Daphne right behind me.
My stomach drops when we round the corner and run straight into Ross—whose car was definitely not parked out front.
My lips part to say something, but I freeze when Ross eyes me with a gleam in his gaze.
“Mason.” He huffs out an amused breath, shaking his head side to side as he addresses Daphne. “Chet’s going to owe me twenty bucks!”
“You had a bet going?” I ask thoughtlessly.
He turns to me, his eyes widening. “Oh God, not some creepy one about you, Daphne; don’t worry. It was about how long Mason was going to be able to stay away from you once you arrived.”
“Really?” Daphne asks him, surprised.
Surely, I can understand the shock at hearing his confession, but I can’t imagine that she doesn’t know how I feel about her. I’ve done little to hide it.
Ross turns back to Daphne. “Mase, Chet is going to be so proud of you.”
“No,” she blurts out. “You can’t tell anyone about this, dude.” She looks at me for help.
I continue for her, “We haven’t, umm, told my best friend, Mason’s sister, yet, and she should be the first to know. So, please just keep it quiet until we can tell her. Please, Ross.”
“Fine, but only for you, Daphne.” He smiles at me and side-eyes Daphne, and I think he’s trying to get under my skin.
“Thank you,” I murmur and take the opportunity to sneak past him and head to my room, Daphne hot on my trail.
“I’m happy for you, man. It’s been a long time coming,” Ross says to Daphne, and I curse under my breath. “I’m heading out. You two enjoy yourselves.”
I haven’t talked about her that many times to them. Right?
“I’ll catch you later,” Daphne mumbles, her eyes wide and nervous.
We stand there in silence until Ross leaves the house, locking the front door behind him.
“Well, we have the place to ourselves,” I mutter nervously.
“Yeah?” Daphne asks, chuckling unevenly.
“If we shower here, we don’t have to worry about Maeve. Might be easier,” I suggest.
“Oh. Oh, yeah. That makes sense.” Her shoulders relax. “But I don’t have clothes here—for you, I mean.”
The solution becomes obvious. “I’ll wear something new that you got today, and I’ll just throw on a pair of my boxers for underwear.”
“But—” she stutters, clearly trying to come up with something quick to say.
I grab her hand and take it in mine. “Look, Daphne, if the shower thing makes you uncomfortable, we can figure something else out. I don’t want to push you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
She takes a few deep breaths, calming her quick breathing down. “Sorry. It’s just a lot. All of this .” She waves her free hand around.
“I know. But at least we’re not alone in it, right? We have each other.” The cheesiness nearly makes me gag as I finish my sentence, but the hearts in her eyes makes it worth it.
“I’d rather be with Chet,” she teases, her lips tipping up in a maniacal smirk.
Stepping toward her, I look up into her eyes. “ Liar .”
She shrugs. “I guess we’ll never know.”
“Do you want to shower here, or do you want to wait? I’m good with either,” I tell her calmly and truthfully.
She rubs the back of my hand and begrudgingly utters, “Let’s get this over with.”
She leads me toward my bedroom, quickly grabbing clothes for herself and me. I’ll just change into her new clothes before we head back to her house.
We walk into the bathroom, and she closes the door behind us. I have to try not to think too hard about what we’re about to do. We might not be in our own bodies, but having her hands all over me is going to be damn hard to ignore.
Part of me is thankful that I don’t have my dick right now because that motherfucker would tattle on me so fast if I got too turned on.
Walking over to the shower, I turn the hot water on and let it run in the tub for a minute to heat up while we get undressed.
“Do you want me to get in first?” I ask, pushing my pants and panties down while holding her stare, the mirror at my back.
“Yeah.” She looks hesitant, and it makes me even more nervous.
I lift my hands up. “I’m not going to try anything, Daph. It’s just going to be a really bizarre shower, and then it will be over. Once I step in, I’ll close my eyes, and you can take over.”
She cracks her neck side to side. “You’re right. You’re right. And I never thought you’d try anything, for the record. I know you’re not completely a tool.”
“Oh, just a partial one?” I laugh, lifting the shirt off my body, followed by the bra.
“Like a seventy-thirty ratio.” She giggles as I walk toward the shower and pull the little showerhead down.
“Seventy being the nice part. right?” I keep her talking to ease her anxiety.
“Sure, Mase. Whatever makes you feel better.”
I step into the flowing water, positioning myself where I think she’ll want me, and close my eyes. “Ready when you are.”
“Okaaaay,” she hums, and a moment later, I hear the curtain slide open and feel her presence. “Oh, perfect. You have shampoo and conditioner. I was worried you’d just have that, like, one-thousand-in-one kind of soap. Where it’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and who knows what else.”
“Oh, I do. It’s in the corner—a blue bottle. The shampoo and conditioner are here in case you or Maeve ever need to spend the night. They’ve never even been opened, so you might have to take that little film thing off.”
Silence fills my ears, and it takes everything in me not to open my eyes to check on her.
“Hello?” I whisper. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was … trying to get this thing.” I hear a bottle smack into the wall from her grabbing it. “Got it.”
“Good.” I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my laugh.
“Turn around,” she orders.
She pulls my hair back and starts lathering it up with shampoo. “God, my hair has gotten so long. It’s over halfway down my back.”
She massages it in and then has me turn and tip my head back as she rinses it out. The cold conditioner touches my scalp as she lathers it up.
“I’m going to grab the sponge hanging up behind you, so just stand still.” Her breath hits my forehead.
A few seconds pass by as her arm nudges the side of my head. “Got it.”
I feel the loofah brush touch my back as she unhooks it from its place. I hear the pump on the body wash before she starts circling the loofah over and over on my shoulders, then arms.
“Arms up.” She giggles, and a smile breaks across my lips as I lift them up, holding them above my head.
She scrubs the rest of my arms and pits before washing my chest and boobs. Shocks run to my core as she brushes over my nipples, and I swallow hard, doing my best to ignore the sensations it causes.
Are they always this sensitive? My God.
She scrubs my back, thighs, and legs before pausing long enough for me to notice.
“Spread your legs a little,” she murmurs, and I do as told.
She gently runs the sponge between my legs, brushing my center and ass. Thankfully, it doesn’t have quite the same dramatic reaction as my nipples, but there is certainly a more sensitive spot.
“Rinse the conditioner out, and you should be good.” She sounds proud of her work, and I chuckle.
I wash the conditioner out, careful to make sure it’s all gone before I step out of the stream. “Your turn.”
“I can wash myself,” she mutters, and my eyes flutter open unexpectedly.
“What? I thought we were doing each other’s?” I ask, confused.
Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth as I look up at her. “Yeah. But I think I’ll be fine without your help. I got it. If that’s okay with you.”
I nod, still taken a bit off guard. “Well, yeah. Whatever you want. I don’t mind if it makes it easier for you. But do you need me to like, uhh … get that area for you?” I gesture to my crotch.
Her cheeks redden, and she fights a smile as I look back up at her. “What? This?”
She wiggles her hips side to side, and my dick slaps against my thighs, the clapping noise causing me to burst into laughter. She only does it more obnoxiously, this time crossing her hands behind her head.
“Daphne!” Her name bubbles out of me. “Please stop whipping it around like that! It’s not a helicopter!”
Her giggle fills the shower, and my heart swells.
“Then why does it sound like one?”
Dragging my hand down my face, I sigh as she slowly stops and reins herself in.
“Thank you.”
“Technically, I didn’t break any rules because I didn’t touch it .” She says it like my dick is a scary monster.
Which might be a compliment, I suppose, in some way.
“So, this isn’t breaking the rules then?” I push the limits, wanting to hear that sweet giggle of hers again.
Shifting my weight to the balls of my feet, I bounce up and down, feeling her tits jiggle on my chest.
She gasps, her face lighting up in surprise as that giggle leaves her lips again. “Oh my God, Mason, stop!”
“Or what?” I laugh. “What are you going to do?”
I immediately regret saying that.
She bends down and lifts me up by my waist, hoisting me into the air. My feet dangle a foot above the tub.
“Put me down!” I shriek, kicking my feet back and forth.
So much for not looking at each other. We are skin to skin with no barriers and no blind spots.
Daphne continues laughing. “Not until you behave. Enjoy your time in air jail.”
I squint at her. “You put me in air jail?! I’m not a rabid animal! Also, this is dangerous! We are in a shower!”
She chuckles. “That’s what makes it so much funnier.”
Gradually, she lowers me back to my own two feet, and I’m so thankful to feel gravity again.
She flexes her arms. “I am so strong in this body. It’s insane that you just walk around like this all of the time.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I tell her, turning to face the water and wash off the rest of the body wash. “Think you can handle it from here then?”
“Yeah, I think so,” she mutters.
I turn, finding a hint of sadness in her gaze, and I can’t help but to be taken aback at the thought that I did something wrong.
But I know this whole situation is hard for her. If she had it her way, we would already be back in our bodies and not talking at all.
Grabbing one of the towels on the bar, I step out of the shower and wrap it around myself, leaving her alone.
“I’ll be done in just a second,” she calls out, closing the shower curtain behind me.
“No rush. I’ll step out of the bathroom to give you a few minutes alone. I’ll be in my room whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Mason,” she mutters quietly.
I know that we were just naked in the shower together, but I wasn’t ready for the vulnerability it would bring out, not only in myself, but in her too.
After getting dressed and heading into my room, I keep myself busy, looking up a few gluten-free recipes as I wait for Daph. She emerges a few minutes later, and I swear my heart palpitates when she walks into my room.