17. Davina
17
Davina
I sip on my coffee, admiring the beautiful man in my bed. His tattooed torso is uncovered, the sheet draped loosely over his hips. It does nothing to hide his morning wood. There are three condom wrappers on my bedside table. I go grab them, careful not to wake him. After tossing them into the trash, I head back to the kitchen.
My body is sore in the best way. He didn’t lie when he said he was going to give me what I needed. He did that. Physically, at least. But what now? Is sex all it’s going to be? In all the time I’ve known Mason, he’s never been in a serious relationship. He was always the one breaking hearts. Will he break mine?
I sigh and take another sip of my coffee, movement at my window catching my attention. Collin! I rush to the door, flinging it open but he’s gone.
“Good morning.” Mason joins me on the porch wearing only a pair of boxers. He slips his arms around my waist and hugs me to him, kissing my neck.
“Good morning,” I mumble in response, still looking for Collin.
“I need breakfast. What do you say we go get Charlie and take him to IHOP?”
“He’s going to question why we’re together so early.”
“And we can tell him we’re getting breakfast.”
I turn around, easing away from his embrace. “That’s it?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. He’s a smart kid. He’ll figure it out on his own.” He senses my apprehension. “When we figure out what we’re doing, we can tell him. We can tell everyone. But for now, we’re just getting breakfast.”
He kisses the tip of my nose and goes back inside to get dressed. He’s right. I have a tendency of overthinking things. Like how I can’t shake the feeling that Collin saw that exchange between me and Mason. And how I can’t shake the feeling that he saw us last night.
Maybe I should be afraid of him. He’s not the same person I used to know. None of us are.