My Broken YOU

Intense

I swing the door open, my eyes instantly connecting to the hurt in his eyes. I can tell I struck a nerve in him and there is a little peace inside me because of me doing so. 

"Why did you follow me to my room?" I softly ask while fighting to keep that ravenous hunger inside me. His body, his cologne, his saddened and almost poetic expression. "Why did you chase me, Mason?"

"I felt like I had to!" He answers, but his tone makes him sound uncertain of his answer. "You and John kissing made me angry. I didn't expect to see you kissing anyone ever again. And that! It was..." He pauses and releases an angered exhale through his nose. I find it cute how his nostrils flair but I also know he's hurt and that is not cute.

"You're the one who broke up with me! Remember!" I argue, stepping closer to him and feeling that tension inside of me growing. My body feels warm and flushed as I stare into his pain-filled eyes. A part of me wants to grab him and slam my door shut, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me. The other part laughs at that thought, knowing Mason isn't capable of holding a relationship down. 

I exhale the arousal trying to fill me. "Why did you follow me back here?"

"I don't know what made me follow you, Maddy!" He argues while his frustration turns his face a shade of red. "Maybe I followed because seeing you kiss John drove me angry. And I felt like I had no control over stopping it because..."

"Number one, don't call me Maddy!" I argue, yet allow my hand to slide against his arm. "And I'm not asking why you followed me to my room. I'm asking why you follow me back to this Lake house! You knew I was here, and you still came."

His shaky breath throws me off. His sex-drunk eyes gaze deeply into mine. He wants me, and I don't think he even realizes it. His twisted and broken mind easily confuses him. And I know that about him because I'm the only person who understands him. No one can understand what his mind goes through the way that I can.

He looks hurt and confused. He looks angered yet lost. He looks like he wants to take on the world yet could also curl up into a ball. And that's not the Mason Pembrook the world knows. That's the Mason Pembrook I know.

He lowers his head while defeat and anger twist in his eyes. "I knew there were other guys that were going to be here. And I couldn't picture... I felt like if I had you alone for even a minute..."

"Then what?" I question as my body ripples with this arousing feeling. "What would you do with that minute? You broke up with me, so why play this stupid game? What do you want from me, Mason?"

The entire world has gone silent as I gaze into his seductive eyes as he tries to play innocent. He gently moves my hands away from his chest and begins to guide me into my room. His eyes stay stuck on mine as he kicks the door shut, his hands sliding underneath my shirt.

"What are you doing?" I breathe softly, almost inaudible.

"You asked me what I want." He whispers while running the tips of his fingers along the sides of my body, his lips quickly closing in on mine. "I want you, Madison." 

Yep! He's not even fighting himself anymore. He's giving in to the temptation of me and him together. 

My breath hitches as his fingers slide along my neck, sending lines of wildfire to rage through me and straight to my core. 

"What..." Our lips brush against each other, causing me to pause. "What makes you think I want this, Mason?" 

He brushes his lips against mine again, his mostly closed eyes gazing down at my body. "Your eyes, Madison. The way you've been looking at me all day. When you kissed John you looked back at me with that...told-you-so...cocky look and I knew it then. You wanted that kiss to be me."