Bullet: Devil's Rose MC #5

Chapter 17: Mason Ohara

"You think Saint would be a saint, but he was the biggest prankster out of the three of us. He used to switch out the dog towel with the towel I would use to dry myself after a shower. So I would shower, dry myself off, smell like a dog, jump back in the shower, dry again, and be so confused. That was so annoying."

I erupt into laughter for the fifth time tonight, earning curious glances from other customers around the restaurant, but I couldn't care less. Piper smiles up at me, and I can barely fucking function for a second. I want to kiss her so fucking bad. She looks at me like that with those beautiful deep brown eyes, and I just want to feel her lips on mine. 

I desperately try to stop the ache I have to pull her closer to me and make out with her, and so far I'm succeeding, but I'm barely holding on. She's been so fucking open with me. She trusted me with his vulnerabilities and sadness, and I can't fucking believe that she did. 

Especially after how I treated her. I can't believe I've been such a fucking dipshit around her. She didn't deserve that. And I'm going to be a better person from now on. I shouldn't have allowed my pain to hurt her.

I'm kind of fucking excited for therapy. A little nervous too, of course, but I think it'll be a good step forward. I've never actually talked to anyone about my childhood before. I've been hiding that side of me down for so long. I have thought that I was pushing my trauma down and it was staying deep inside of me. 

Like if I shoved it into a little corner in my mind, I wouldn't have to deal with it. But the only thing that I've done is reflect the trauma I have onto other people. I haven't actually shoved anything down. I've just been letting myself not deal with it and hurt others. 

I can't live like that. I'll only continue to push people away. I don't want that for myself.

"So, Bullet, now that I've divulged pretty much everything about my childhood to you, what about you? What was your childhood like?"

It's like she can read my mind. It's fucking weird.

"I'm not entirely ready to share it. I think I don't know how to share it either."

"That's completely okay. There's no pressure to. Whenever you are ready."

She's perfect. I wasn't lying when I said she was everything. She's fucking everything to me. I don't know when it happened, I don't why it happened, and I don't how it happened. It just happened. I saw her tonight looking so fucking good, and I knew that I wanted it all with her. 

I walked into that apartment and felt incredibly safe, I almost cried when she wasn't around me. It was the way she had thrown boxes into the corner of the room, her scent that drifted through the air, the bright colors of pillows, Taylor Swift radiating throughout the room. 

My heart is in her hands, and she doesn't even fucking know it. The power she has to crush me is terrifying. I want to give her anything she wants. 

I want to be there for her. I want to fall asleep with her every night and wake up next to her every morning. I want to cook breakfast with and for her. I want to kiss her and touch her and hug her. I want to be there for her. I want it all with her.

She is the most beautiful person on this planet. How did I ever think she was average? She's so fucking smart, sweet, tough, courageous, and adorable. The urge to protect her is fucking overwhelming. How the fuck does one person have so much influence on me? I see her, and I want her to be mine. She is my future in whatever that may look. 

I'm such a goner, and I love it. I love her. I'm so fucking in love with her. The past two weeks have been the greatest days of my life. I don't even fucking understand how I could fall in love with her in fourteen fucking days but here I am. What's even more ridiculous is that I fully and completely trust her.

"Do you think you have a theme song?"

"A what?"

"A theme song."

"No. I don't think I have a theme song. Do you?"

"I think it's Superbloom by MisterWives."

Of course, she has a theme song. I don't expect anything less.

"You wanna choose one for me?"

"Let me think."

"It better be good, angel."

I observe her as she thinks, taking a sip from my wine glass and trying to forget how sexy she looks when she takes a sip of hers. Fuck, she's so fucking amazing. I'm in love with her. I love her so fucking much.

"Billy Joel's Vienna."

"Why?"

"I don't know," she grins at me, clearly teasing me with the song choice.

Why does she do this to me? Motherfucker.

I hear her giggle next to me, ignoring my death stare by taking a sip of water.

"Rude, Piper, that was rude."

"What about Fast Car by Tracy Chapman? Or Train Wreck by James Arthur?"

"So just depressing songs? That's what you think of me?"

"100 percent, Bullet. You are the literal definition of a depressing song."

She can't even keep a straight face while she teases me. It's adorable, and I love her for it. I clasp my hand over my heart, gasping loudly as though she has offended me beyond comprehension.

I can barely fucking stand to watch her smile; she might honestly give me a fucking heart attack from being so cute. Can you die of a cuteness heart attack? If it's never happened before, I may be the fucking first one.

"Why are staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful-" Her cheeks flush pink, her gaze sweeping back to the empty plates on the table "-I mean it, angel."

"Thank you."

She reaches over my lap, her fingers brushing my thighs. Holy fucking shit. Don't fucking think about it, Bullet. Holy fuck. Oh my god, she just touched my leg. What the fuck is she thinking? I already want to fuck her against this table right now, and she's testing my every restraint. 

She would feel so good. Not that I know what it feels like to be inside a woman that I love. Like, I've had sex before, but that's so much different than being with someone I know and truly care about. With one-night stands, it's just not the same, and I haven't had that experience. I'm a virgin in terms of true, intimate sex.

However, I've been thinking about it for a hell of a long time; I have things I want to try.

So many things I want to try.

It probably won't happen for a couple of rounds, just because I have to master the basics before moving on to the next step. Plus, it depends on what Piper is comfortable with too. It's not just about me and what I want our sex to be like. I don't know her experience either, but I think it'll be fun for the two of us to learn together. It could be a good relationship builder.

"What are you doing?"

"I got you something."

She got me something? Why?

"Huh?"

"Yes, I know you like buying everything for me, but I got you a present."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. But you almost died, and I felt like getting you something."

"Like an I'm-glad-you-are-alive present?"

"Yeah. Just like that."

I watch her reach into her purse, rummaging through it like it's a Mary Poppins or Hermoine Granger purse. The side of her body presses upon mine while she sits up once again, and I wrap an arm around her back unable to help myself. I only have so much restraint. 

It's also PG enough for a public restaurant where other people are trying to eat. I don't want to be disrespectful which is a new thing for me. I'll see how I like it.