THE IMPOSSIBLE CHALLENGE

3 months ago (Fay) CHAPTER 26

I'm still half asleep when I can feel something tickling my face. I want to brush it away, but when I do, I immediately snap awake. Because there are hands touching me.
I jump into a sitting position and look into the most caramel eyes I've ever seen.
My heart-rate is at an unhealthy speed. My shock must be written all over my face, because I'm definitely not well in hiding it.

Masons hands are still caressing my face, tracing the curve of my lips. Bringing my breathing out of control.
When I finally realize what is happening, I push his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snap, but my voice is barely a hoarse whisper.

He looks down to my mouth, then at my eyes again, and his gaze drops to my mouth once again. As if he couldn't decide where he'd rather like to stare at.
My lips are suddenly too dry, so I wet them with my tongue.
His eyes lit up with the movement. I didn't even intend to make it look...sexual.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I hiss, my voice finally a little stronger than before.
Mason swallows and then turns his head to the side, fulfilling my will. But he's now looking directly in the direction where my vibrator lies.

I can feel my face start to burn when he spots it. He turns his head so fast my way, I wonder how he didn't distort his neck.
Masons eyes are big when they look into mine.

"What?" I rhetorically ask. "You've never seen a vibrator before?"
He shifts on his feet. Looking as uncomfortable as I feel about this situation.

"Fay," he whispers, his voice hoarse. And I totally forget why I was angry with him again. Just the sound of Masons voice makes me feel a little bit more complete again.
I think he forgets to continue to speak, because he is just looking at me with this tortured expression of his.

I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Mason," I say. "Why are you here?"
How did he even get in here? Did he break into my apartment? Well, obviously he did, he wouldn't be standing here if he didn't.
But he'd said that I should stay away from him. So why is Mason here? Doing the opposite of his own demand.
He clears his throat, followed by a weak, "I don't know."

I huff at him. "Well, if you don't know why you came, then you can leave again right away. I don't want you here." I lie. "I guess you know where the door is. I mean, you've let yourself in, so it won't be a problem to find your way out."

He grimaces, looking almost in pain. My heart squeezes at the thought of that.
"I can't." it's barely a whisper of his. But I can hear it loud and clear.

"What?" A breath.
"I said, I can't leave, Fay." Mason replies in a much stronger tone.
"Why the fuck not?" I ask, not knowing where he's getting at.

He closes his eyes, as if he'd has to gather his thoughts.
When our gaze meets, I swear I can feel my heart stop pumping in my chest for a second. Because the look he gives me, is so intense, it actually makes me breathless.

"Because I'm a fucking ticking time bomb, Fay. Ready to explode any moment at the thought, that when I get home, you won't be there." his voice is almost angry. "I can never see you. I can never touch you. I can't even hear you voice." there's a desperate look on his face. "I hate it." he whispers. "there's this endless anger inside me, beautiful. It seems like I'm only ever angry these days."

My heart is beating erratic in my chest. Almost bursting out there.
"Because the thought of never having you," he continues. "is fucking destroying me. I can't sleep. I can't eat and I sure as hell can't fucking feel anything other than anger and brutal pain."

I can't bare to look at him anymore. My gaze falls to my balled fists, tears already blurring my vision.
I hate that Mason is doing this to me again. I hate it with all my being.

After a while, he sits down on my bed, his hands twitching in uncertainty if he is allowed to touch me.
Then he decides to lay his big hand above mine. The touch sending immediate warmth into my stomach.

I've never realized it before, but Mason has really beautiful hands. Long, not too thick fingers, and there's an outline of veins on the back of his masculine hand, wich makes me want to trace my own fingers over every single one of them.

I dismiss my last thought and whisper, "Maybe we are not meant to be together."
His head snaps in my direction. "The fuck we are." he growls. Not thinking much about his next move, he takes my face into his hands.

I'm playing with the thought of pushing him away. But his strong but soft touch feels so good on my skin, that I can't make myself to give in to the thought.

"We are fucking meant to be together, Fay." Mason repeats. When a tear leaves my eye, he brushes it away with his thumb.

Only spreading the warmth in my belly further.
"I know it hasn't been easy lately, but I just fucking know that you are my forever." when I shake my head at his statement, he nods his head in counterclaim.

"Yes, you are." he reinforces. "We belong together, beautiful. I know we do. You were meant to be mine from the very beginning." his voice thickens with his next words. "And I was always meant to be yours."
More tears leave my eyes. My feelings too overwhelming to fully register them.

I swallow before I whisper, "It shouldn't be this painful, Mason." my statement is barely audible, but he hears me anyway.
There's so much emotion in his eyes, that I'm almost breaking our eye-contact.

"We'll make it heal again, beautiful." hope floats his voice. "Be my forever, Fay." he rasps. "Be my forever and I'll be yours."

A gasp escapes my mouth, wich sends his gaze to drop exactly there. Catching himself, he looks into my eyes again.
I'm shaking my head. "How could and would this ever work?" I ask. "You left me to keep me safe. But suddenly decided that you can't stay away from me, so it doesn't matter anymore? My safety is no risk to you any longer?"

"We'll flee." he simply replies.
An unsuspected laugh escapes me, even though I don't think it's funny at all.
"You want to be on the run like you were thirteen years ago?" I ask in disbelief.
"It's not the same." he growls. I arch an eyebrow at him.

"And where the fuck is the difference?" I snap.
"You'll be with me."
I look at him in shock. Not expecting this answer.

"I wouldn't mind a bit leaving this country when you're at my side, beautiful." Mason says. His eyes searching for mine in conviction. "I want to be with you. Always. Because with you, I finally feel like living. You're my fucking elixir of life."

This man is taking claim on me.
And he's not even aware of his doing.