Not a Reunion

Chapter 46

Mason

I wake up with an arm around Thea. Never have I felt that I have gotten any luckier in life. She was facing the wall, and I had turned around toward that way as well. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was red hair, and instantly I smiled. If I could wake up every day seeing the sight of her hair, I would be a happy man.

I lean forward, moving until I am once again close enough to touch her. Sbe had gotten away from me last night, but I wanted her closer. Once I'm close enough, I run a hand past her shoulder and toward her collar. My greedy hands immediately make their way to my favorite part of her. Well, the physical part of her.

My favorite part of Thea was her sweet personality. I loved the way she could be the most angry person and still keep her composure. I liked that because it showed me that she was willing to talk through things. She was great at that, and it made me sad when I saw her at her mom's house.

Thea didn't think anyone had noticed it, but I did. I saw the way she was dancing around her mom, and I saw the way she got mad at herself afterward. She didn't need to tell me that she was feeling like a loser, like a bad daughter. She didn't need to tell me that; I saw it all. It hurt to see it all because Thea is not a bad daughter. How would I explain to people that Thea was a bad daughter when she was my favorite person in the world? She wasn't a bad daughter; she was one of the greatest.

Thea murmurs something when I place a hand over her breast. I'm smiling as she moves her shoulder back toward me. I lean forward and place a kiss on her shoulder, grazing my lips along the smooth skin. She was so soft and so effortlessly beautiful. I open my mouth and playfully bite her, but she only makes a noise of approval.

Now I'm laughing as she stirs to an awakening. When I move my head to look down at her, I find that she has a smile on her face as her eyes are closed. She places a hand on the one I have on her and whispers, "I could get used to waking up this way."

"Really?" I ask, moving my thumb along the bottom of her breast, knowing that she could only love that. "You like waking up to me groping you?"

"Ew," Thea says, like the mature twenty-four-year-old she is. I laugh as she says, "Don't say it like that. I just think it's nice that you can touch me in a caring way."

I move my hand up and flick her, causing her to let out a yelp. "Why? Is that a caring way?"

Thea ignores the fact that I had done that and then moves her head toward me. She turns in her spot and then just looks at me. I would have been scared if someone were staring at me, but this was not the case. She had the most beautiful expression on her pretty face, and when her eyes were on me, I felt as though I was being seen.

With Thea, she was seeing me in a far more precious description she had painted of me in her mind. It feels like an honor to have her look at me. Her eyes were pale, and when she continued to look at me, I wondered what she was thinking about. I let her study me for a long time before she closed her eyes.

I place a hand on her face and trace her features lightly. Her eyelashes flutter when I do, telling me that she likes my touch. I needed to figure out what Thea liked or didn't like so I could see if I should continue. I didn't think it was fun to be doing something if she wouldn't enjoy it. She likes a simple touch to the face, though.

"What is it?" I ask her when she fails to open her eyes. She snuggles closer to me, her head butting mine. She places a hand in my hair and then whispers, "I wanted to make sure you were real."

"I'm real," I reassure her as I trace a heart on her cheek. She nods against my head, and then she whispers, "Mason."

"Yeah?" I ask her in a soft whisper, following the tone she used.