I Think He Knows

𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆

A̸𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 D̸𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀
𝟮𝟯
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I laughed when I first saw him, it hadn't clicked who the black-haired man was all I knew was that for some reason he was crying in the club. It was hilarious at first until I looked closer and noticed it was Mason.

Charlie's ex-fiance Mason.

Baby doctor Mason.

One of the kindest people I've met Mason.

My smile faded after that and I walked from where I stood a few feet away from him at the curved bar with red LED lights lining the underneath to right behind him. I had a lot of alcohol so my actions were very thoughtless when I wrapped my arms around his waist in what I thought would be comforting but when he jumped at my touch I realized how fucking scary it would be for someone to hug you from behind in a nightclub without even announcing themselves first.

He twisted around just as I bounded backward and his teary eyes met mine. They were bright red and swollen behind his glasses, they widened once they saw me. "Asher?" He said in a painfully sad tone.

"Sorry for scaring you," I slurred out stumbling without even moving my feet. "I was trying to make you not sad or whatever." I shrugged like it was stupid and a small smile tugged on his lips.

"It's okay," he whispered. I couldn't actually hear him say the words over the music but I could tell that was what he had said. Then he opened his arms out and I stepped closer between his legs so we could hug properly. He buried his face into my neck and I could feel his sobs against the skin.

"I'm really sorry," I told him even though I didn't really do anything. I just felt bad, it had been six months since Charlie called off the wedding and two months since Willem and Charlie got married. The two had been so happy that I always wondered how Mason had felt. He didn't get a happy ending in that situation and now I know that it must still hurt even six months after.

I hoped that his heartbreak didn't last five years as it had for Willem and Charlie.

"You didn't do anything," He mumbled against my skin. The way his lips brushed against my skin felt like a kiss but it was just how his mouth moved while forming words. But I was drunk and horny so it left a shiver through my body. "Will you get me drunk? You were always the fun one."

I laughed and pulled away from the hug and nodded my head. "It's my specialty to get people shit-faced."

I had called Russ the bartender over and ordered six shots of vodka- four for Mason and two more for me. I knew if I had any more than that I would probably die from alcohol poisoning.

When I separated the shot glasses, pushing the four in front of Mason his eyes bulged out of his head. "Asher I already drank two," He stated and I chuckled.

"That's nothing," I shooed away the thought. I didn't usually pressure people into drinking but I could barely think straight. Not that I ever thought straight I was always thinking of dick and where to get some. The usual perverted thoughts. Which was something I currently was thinking of now. Who wouldn't think about Mason's dick? He's really fucking hot.

He huffed and downed all four, one right after the other, and looked over with a cocky smile. I laughed and reached over trying to flick him on the forehead but then I heard a clink of glass and Mason leaned back with scrunched up brows, "don't scratch my glasses."