I Think He Knows

𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

A̸𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 D̸𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀
𝟮𝟯
☾

I looked insane and I sort of loved it. My roots were a bleached bright blonde while the ends were still the faded red-ish-pink-ish color like before. I stared at my wet hair and grinned entirely too excited to show Mason what his creation looked like so far. It had been a while since I looked in the mirror so when I stopped ogling my wonderful hair my eyes trailed down and that's when I noticed a dark bite mark on my neck from earlier today.

It was huge and you could even see a faint outline of where his teeth had been, and a dark purple-like bruise surrounding it. I walked around like this in Walmart. No wonder old people kept staring at me.

I loved it.

It was hot and I would proudly walk around with it. I didn't give a single fuck whether or not others liked the sight because for some strange reason it made me feel good having Mason's mark on my skin. A reminder of the passionate night we shared just hours before and when I left the bathroom in only my boxers I was wearing a grin on my face.

Mason was waiting for me on the couch and I hurriedly walked to him, climbing over the back of his couch and landing right on my back with my legs thrown over the backrest right next to where he was. He looked down with surprise and smiled immediately curling a strand of my freshly bleached hair around his finger, "did I do it right?"

I hummed happily and shifted until my head rested on his thighs and my legs laid flat on the seating cushion. "You're a triple threat now," I teased. "You're a professional doctor, ancient sex God, and now a hairstylist too. It's very impressive."

He rolled his eyes fondly laughing as his finger flicked my ear like a freak. I jerked my head away from his hand fixing an odd look his way. "Could you not do that thank you." He continued to flick my ear and I reached out flicking him back on his forehead. Then he flicked my nose and I lifted up his glasses and flicked his eye garnering an 'ow!' from him. I laughed, "I told you to stop. You deserved it."

He rubbed his eye under his glasses with a frown, "that hurt."

"I'm not going to apologize if that's what you're thinking."

He scoffed, "I never thought you would because you're mean." His lips curled up in a twistedly evil smile and a loud gasp left me as he tickled my side. Against my will, I laughed loudly as he continued to tickle me like an asshole, and I squirmed in his lap until finally, I rolled off onto the floor with a loud bang just to get away from his annoying ass.

As I laid on his hardwood floor I let out a pained chuckle looking up at Mason as he stared down with worry. Then I punched him hard in the calf muttering, "jerk," under my breath.

"I'm so sorry," He said sincerely and I smiled up at his ashamed expression and rubbed his leg in comfort, and shook my head to ease his ridiculous worries.

"I'm not mad," I assured. "I literally poked your eyeball, this was just my karma." He held out his hand and I took it immediately letting him pull me up. I wasn't mad in the slightest. I was in the best mood I've been in, in a while. Once up I straddled Mason's lap and without reason, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. He instantly hugged me back.

"What's this for?" He wondered stuffing his face into the crook of my neck.

"I just wanted to hug you, that's all," I let out softly. I really didn't have a reason other than being thankful for his presence in my life. Something about him was so special. It was something I'd never had. "I'm glad I met you, Mason."