I Think He Knows

𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻

A̸𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 D̸𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀
𝟮𝟯
☾

My head was pounding so hard and when I tried turning onto my side a sharp pain shot up my back and I quiet groan bubbled up my throat. The back pain wasn't the only reason I couldn't move though, there was a strong arm draped over my stomach holding me down, and when I glanced over my shoulder I think I died a little inside.

Oh my fucking God, I turned away from the sight of a sleeping Mason and the memories of last night came back like I had been recalling a movie. I honestly felt bad.

It made me feel so guilty that I had to leave before he woke up like he was just another random guy I'd never see again. I probably wouldn't see him again but I didn't want him to think I was an asshole.

But I never stayed the night when I hooked up and if I did I would make sure to leave without a goodbye. Which was what I had to do now.

So I lightly held his wrist like a piece of delicate glass and pulled it off from my body and gently laid it on the mattress. I moved very slowly trying not to make any noise but when I stood from the bed the pain was even worse. It felt like someone jammed a knife up my ass and I let out a loud whine of discomfort.

I heard the mattress shift behind me and not even a second later Mason was pushing himself up leaning on his forearms with concern. "What's wrong?" He asked in a deep morning voice, he sounded exhausted and hungover. His eyelids were drooping down over his tired blue eyes and he used the back of his hand to rub at them attempting to seem more away.

"Nothing," I muttered slightly limping over to his bedroom door. I was completely naked and all of my clothes were strung across his living room floor. "I'm gonna head out."

He pushed himself up completely and the dark blue comforter pooled around his hips, I only allowed myself to look at his chest for a second before my amber eyes flicked back up to meet his. "I can make you breakfast," He offered and I huffed out a laugh shaking my head.

"No thanks," I opened the door and headed to at least find my boxers. I moved slowly so I wouldn't hurt myself further so it didn't take long for Mason to follow behind me. "You got any ibuprofen?"

"You shouldn't take ibuprofen on an empty stomach it," He told me picking up my boxers and handing them to me. He was taller than me so when he stood upright he had to look down at me, I quickly grabbed the underwear and pulled them on wincing as I bent over. "I could make you something to eat it won't take long."

"I'm fine Mason," I laughed heading to my jeans that I spotted near the front door. He hurried and grabbed those for me too, "If you won't give me ibuprofen then I'll go buy my own," I shrugged walking around his couch noticing my shirt on the floor next to it. He grabbed that too and I shot a glare in his direction and he smiled sweetly in return.

"It's better on your stomach if you eat first."

I rolled my eyes and said, "I've had much worse."

His dark brows shot up in alarm, "Like what?"

"It doesn't matter," I muttered now fully dressed and ready to leave. When my fingers curled around the door handle I patted my back pocket checking for my wallet and then realized I must've left it in Jake's car. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Mason asked for the second time this morning.

"I don't have my fucking wallet," I grumbled limping to the kitchen island. I sat on one of the fancy silver stools and coiled forward pressing my pounding head onto the chilled marble counter. "Will you make me food?" I couldn't buy my own pain meds without my wallet and this was the only way he would give me it.