I Think He Knows

𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵

A̸𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 D̸𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀
𝟮𝟰
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I've been in therapy for two weeks now and although it was too early for it to change me much I already felt lighter, it took a lot of weight off my shoulder being able to talk about everything I feel. When I used to go to therapy- which was for most of my teenage and early adult life- I would speak to my therapist like a friend, I danced around anything I found difficult to talk about which became a bit of an art after doing it for so many years. I talked an hour a week since the age of twelve without really saying anything of importance other than 'I'm depressed and we've established that... How was your day?'

Now I forced myself to talk and at first, I felt uncomfortable but now I found it relaxing. It was nice getting these things off my chest. I talked about my mood and my relationship with Mason, I talked about anything and everything even the happy parts of my life.

Mason and I still haven't had sex with each other since the day when I tried getting it on and he rejected my request. Surprisingly it didn't bother me that much, I just enjoyed my evenings with him, and although he was still the same Mason with a sexy ass and even sexier cock I didn't allow my horniness to take control of me. That's right I could control myself now.

I've gotten used to my hand sadly.

Mason had given me his extra key just in case I ever needed anything from his place. The only reason I ever used the key was when it was nighttime and I didn't want to wake him up but I wanted to sleep in his bed.

I'd take an Uber to his building and sneak into his penthouse in my pajamas and climb into his bed then I would cuddle the fuck out of him of course. He never really woke up either, he just felt my presence and on instinct held me close.

After he would get out of work he would pick me up and then we would spend the evening together most days, it consisted of so many smiles and kisses and laughs and inappropriate jokes. I've even started to help him cook our meals, he taught me a lot in the kitchen that I never knew about. Like how to cook eggs sunnyside up without the yolk breaking and how to bake bread from scratch.

Then we'd watch one of his favorite movies or play Mario Kart(he always got first place), and every night we made out until one of us grew exhausted and fell asleep.

During all of those activities, we took lots of pictures and videos of each other being stupid or cute, and even more of us together doing those very same things. Half of my storage on my phone was taken up by Mason now and my lock screen was a picture of our hands laced together with our matching bracelets and their charms all in view.

I've had the best two weeks of my life with him. Imagine how amazing forever would be.

Today I let myself into his penthouse without notice since it was a sure thing every evening I'd show up. I had a small wrapped present for him since earlier that week we agreed to buy each other new aprons since Mason donated the ruffly ones he and Charlie used. It only made sense that since we were a thing now we would have our own aprons. One's that we're more our liking.

I knew Mason would get a laugh out of the one I chose and I'm sure I'll laugh at whatever apron he chose for me.

I rounded the hall into his bright kitchen and smiled at the sight of Mason's eyes skimming through his refrigerator while loosening his light blue cow-printed necktie with one hand while the other held open the door. God, he makes me foam at the mouth.