Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 24

Harlynn's POV
When I wake up bright and early the following morning, I'm not expecting to still be wrapped in Mason's arms.

Now as for Bolt standing before me with his bowl in his mouth, that I expected. He does it nearly every morning.

"Don't you know how to fix your own bowl by now?" I grumble in question, far too comfortable in Mason's embrace to get off my lazy ass and start my day.

Bolt whines in protest, staring at me as if to say, "I'm a dog, you idiot."

"I know. I know." Groaning, I wrenched my way out of Mason's hold. I was sliding out of bed when something grabbed a hold of my shirt.

I turned my head to see Mason looking up at me with a sleepy gaze. He was lying on his stomach shirtless and gorgeous.

"Mine," he grumbled sleepily.

"Bolt's hungry."

He shook his head. "Mine."

I held out my pinky finger. "I'll be back. I pinky promise."

He glanced at my hand, not sure whether or not he believed me. I didn't think he was going to accept until he locked his pinky with my own.

We shook on it, before he unexpectedly pulled me in and sealed it with a kiss.

And when he pulled back to look at me, he grinned at my frozen state of shock. "Hurry back."

I felt like I'd been frozen in a block of ice, despite my body feeling like molten lava. It took a second for the shock to wear off. We've kissed before, but it exceeded my expectations every time.

Springing into action, I rolled off the bed and raced Bolt to the kitchen. He made it to the pantry before me, his tail wagging excitedly.

I opened the door and grabbed his dry food. He dropped his bowl in front of me, waiting patiently while I poured the kibble into the bowl.

As I was putting the food back, I heard the shower running. He must have changed his mind about finishing our morning cuddle.

Leaving Bolt to eat his breakfast, I checked to see if the bathroom door was unlocked.

To my surprise, it was.

Entering, I made sure to close the door behind me before tugging off my shirt and joining him in the shower.

His back was to me, soap running down the length of his body. He was humming a tune that I picked up on pretty quickly.

Drugs & Money By Chase Atlantic.

He was washing shampoo into his hair when he realized he wasn't alone, a girlish yelp leaving his lips when he turned to see me.

"Harlynn, you scared the sh-"

"You know Chase Atlantic?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, I do."

Exiting the shower, I went back in my room and returned with my little black speaker and my phone. Mason started to realize what was happening when I turned on the song and got back in the shower with my hair brush.

I began to belt out the lyrics when I heard the chorus. "Drugs and fucking money. I can hear the birds sing!"

I'm not a professional singer or anything like that. But I can definitely holler a decent note or two. I moved my hips from side to side, while singing into the hair brush I pretended was my microphone.

I had already sung the entire chorus when Mason took the fake microphone from my hands. "Damn, I love it. Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject!"