All Because Of Him

eighty five.

The start of my day consisted of both Jessica and I trying to figure out what to make for breakfast until we settled on some homemade french toast. It took two minutes till they were done before I could hear footsteps treading down the stairs, and the sizzle from the stove was drowned away by my body being painfully aware that he'd walked into the kitchen.

My wrist flicked, flipping the bread coated in an egg mixture onto the other side and turned my head over my shoulder to find those same entrapping emerald green eyes already on me.

He looked the same as he always does in the mornings- bare chested, hips hugged by the pair of grey sweatpants I gave him last night which are about an inch or two too low under his happy trail, the features on his face slack with sleep and still somehow managing to look effortlessly entrancing- but even then, I noticed something was wrong, off about him.

And as he walked right over to the coffee pot filled with freshly made, piping hot coffee my body gravitated towards him. After flicking my gaze over to Jessica to make sure she wasn't looking, my free hand that wasn't holding the spatula circled around his waist. I asked if he wanted any french toast and he politely declined, shooting me a tired smile and I gave his hip a reassuring squeeze before he filled his white porcelain mug with black coffee and made his way back upstairs.

I shook my head, pressing my eyes closed and pushed all of my worried thoughts to the back of my mind.

And after eating I went back home, unintentionally letting my mind evoke just about every reason why he seemed so detached this morning and impulsively dialed his number, telling him I have something I planned for us today.

I thought that when I was going to pick him up he'd still endure the desolation of being lost in his head. And even though right when he saw me he didn't hesitate to give me that charismatic smirk of his, eyeing me up and down as if he was undressing me with his eyes, I could still see through them- I knew he was still suffering.

And after we had gotten into my car I unhesitatingly rolled down some of the windows since it had occurred to me that the reason he must do that is because he doesn't like to be in confined spaces because of his childhood. When he realized what I was doing he promptly leaned over the center console to kiss me slowly, savoring the moment, and I knew that my small gesture had meant so much more to him than I initially realized.

I wondered if his mother was doing okay, I hoped she was safe and that they came back to each other soon because I could see the pain the distance was causing him. I had this strong inclination to ask him about it, but I didn't want to pry and it was obvious that Mason wasn't in the mood to talk about it either.

But that's okay, because today I wanted to distract him from all of that.

I knew just the way how and I've been shitting bricks over it since I decided to see it through.

He had asked me numerous times where we were going and I gave him the same short answer I'd given the first time he'd asked, 'You'll see'

I could feel his eyes on me as I drove and when the palm of his hand reached over to rest on top of my thigh all the inflated nerves speeding through my body had shrivelled.

He peered through the passenger door's clear glass window as I parked, trying to mentally connect the dots and I reminded myself to take a deep breath when my feet stepped out of my car and onto the concrete.

Mason follows behind me and as we walk up to the building I feel his large hand encircle around my wrist, pulling me back until my chest collides with his. He slides his hand off my wrist and down onto my waist, gripping me tighter against him while his one free hand picks up my chin, lifting it higher in order for me to see his narrowed, dark and intrigued gaze.