Waves - Book #2 [completed]

52 ~ Coruscate

Coruscate
verb
to reflect brilliantly; to sparkle

"Be right back," Mason's rumbling sleepy voice husks against my ear before he peels his heavy body off me and out of bed.

Groaning when the light filtering in from outside his body shielded me from hits me, I pull the sheets up and over my head to hide. I don't know what time it is, but it does not feel like I've gotten enough sleep yet. My mind's hazy. I hear Mason move around in the other room, but drift away again almost immediately.

The next time I wake up, Mason's snuggled up against me. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, one arm is slung over my chest and one of his legs is pushed between mine. His warm breath washes over my neck every time he breathes, and his thumb traces my ribs with slow strokes.

Rubbing my tired eyes, I murmur a husky "hi."

"Good morning."

I drop my hand to his head and loop my fingers through his hair. "Good morning."

He hum-growls – deep and manly – and it almost feels too good to be true. Everything's still too good to be true because there are still a lot of things we need to figure out. His job, my job. Telling my mom and parents-in-law. How and where we're going to live.

I feel the anxiety seeping in and tug at my mind like water pushing around a floating buoy. Muffling a whiny noise by rubbing my free hand over my face, I try to gulp down the lump in my throat.

"Stop thinking," Mason grumbles against my neck, pulling me closer. "'s too early."

"Okay," I whisper back, but the anxiety keeps simmering in the back of my mind. It's going to be a long way for me until I can fully allow myself to rest and just be without expecting the worst at every corner or the next tragedy to pull me apart.

Mason and I had so many beautiful moments together. He's perfect and the right mix of cocky and humble. He knows how and when to use one of his smirks to his benefit, but he's generous too and would do everything for the people he loves. He knows when I need space and when I need closeness. I wouldn't survive losing him and this vulnerability is something I'm not used to anymore.

"I can still hear you thinking," Mason murmurs, voice full of sleep as he stirs and rolls on top of me, forcing my legs further apart. "Stop it."

I slap both my palms to my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line. "I'm trying. I'm just scared to- to lose you, too."

"Listen, Crabby girl." Mason dips down, his lips right by my ear. "I promise" – he kisses my temple – "nothing will make me leave you again." A kiss to my forehead. "I'm not going anywhere." His lips meet my other temple. "If it makes you feel better, I'll go to every check-up that's out there. I'll let doctors probe, prod and poke me and take every vitamin to make sure you keep being stuck with me, okay?"