The Memories of Us

Chapter 10

I rolled over trying my hardest not to wake Mason up. In the process I look beside me the bed was empty. Frowning to myself I couldn't help but think that Mason was upset with his choices yesterday. Inhale and exhale Rory. I'm sure he didn't regret last night. Maybe he's up and in the shower, already? I sat up and ran a hand through the matted rat nest that sat on the top of my head. I peeked out the doorway, across the hall was the bathroom, and it was empty. The only thing greeting me was darkness and no Mason. The minature horse-hoofs on my alarm clock pointed that it was only 6:00 am. My groans were accompanied by a low hum, that surely belonged to the farm equipment. No doubt that my father's employees have already started.

Without turning on the lights I grabbed a sweater and some sweats. Somehow, I managed to blindly hop into them. I was optimistic about going downstairs, hoping to see Mace in the kitchen, slowly sipping some coffee, but it was just as barren too. I wondered if maybe he left, like left, left. I mean he wouldn't of. Fuck, I didn't think it was that bad. In fact, that was one of the steamiest hook up I've ever had. Almost a thousand times better than our last time. A glimmer of sadness coursed through me, it was just a hookup, after all, he probably was up, just like any other day. I shook my head; I didn't have time to think about that right now. I promised to get Emily her test today. I can't keep pondering over last night, I shook my head and poured myself some coffee. I left a note next to the leftover freshly brewed coffee.

For Emmy, when you wake up- love Rory

I grabbed my keys and went to start Lazy Sue. The sun was just starting to rise. It painted gorgeous lilac and pink streaks in the sky. It was absolutely breathtaking. The sunrises and sunsets were something I could never get bored of, out here.

"Rory?"

I turned at the sound of my name, seeing Mason come out of the barn in a white t-shirt and jeans. It was a little too cold, and I could see the outline of his nipples. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to complain; the tight shirt brought out the definition in his arms. Momentarily, I had to close my eyes as the memory of him pinning my arms above my head last night flooded my thoughts. A fever blush slipped onto my cheeks as I briefly looked away.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Where'd you go?" I had to avoid his question.

"Answer me first", he smirked playfully.

"The store." My face showed no emotion as I looked interested in my dirt-covered boots.

"Now where did you go?" I demanded; I was going to get a reply out of him.

"I took Ranger out for a ride, now why are you going? Oh, come on, Sunshine, why are you acting like this?" I rolled my eyes at him. There was an uncomfortable awkwardness that surrounded us. Were we not going to talk about what happened? "Let me come with you! Come on Ror, I'll keep you company". He pleaded. I guess our stubbornness won't let us bring it up. I looked at him, why was he being so childish right now? Last night on the porch he was so serious and later last night he was, well spectacular. And gentle, yet powerful, careful yet, pronounced, and loving. He was so bipolar these days. It was giving me a headache, trying to keep up.

"Rorrryyyyy, Rory, Rory!", he whined.

"Pwease, Rwory"!

"Fine, but you say one more annoying thing, I'll dumb your sorry ass on the side of the road."

"Yay, road trip! I call shotgun!"

The whole way there we never talked about last night. I wanted to bring it up, but I also didn't want to be the first person to say something about it. Maybe it was immature, but I wanted Mason to be the first to initiate the conversation.