Not a Reunion

Chapter 50

Thea

Mason is honestly the best guy I could ask for. Instead of feeling jealous that my ex-fiancé had come to see me, he had been worried about something else. He had worried about the fact that Liam hadn't been taking responsibility for the fact that he hadn't put in effort. I had heard all that he said, and at first, I was appalled by it. But then it made sense to me because I knew what Mason was doing.

Because he cares about me so much, he has been telling Liam off for not caring enough about me in the last portion of our relationship, which led to our breakup. When he ended it by saying I deserved better, my heart melted in my chest. And then he told me that I wanted the best, and that also sent me soft.

Best believe he got the best make out of his life afterwards. Mason is kissing me on the couch, as I so desperately want to get closer to him. We were at a point in our relationship where we missed each other so much that we wanted to be together all the time. We are clawing at each other's clothes as if we were teenagers when my mind clears for a moment.

I kick my leg out from under Mason's and pull away. "Wait, I need to open the envelope from Quincy."

Mason nods, and then pulls away from me. He then leans back against the couch, and I watch as he calms himself down after the more than five-minute session. He runs a hand down his face and then catches my eyes. He then smiles as he says, "If that's how you want to thank me, I'm game all the time."

I slap his chest and say, "That might earn you another one."

"Oh, baby," Mason whispers in response with a giant grin, and I laugh as I move off the couch. I head toward the front door and puck up the envelope from where I had dropped it on my quest to kiss Mason. I bring it back to the couch and then rip at the envelope.

There is a sticky note on the paper enclosed in it. I picked it up and read it in my head.

Thea,

First off, I want to say how sorry I am for not telling you about Mason visiting. Maybe if I had told you of his coming over, you would've been better. But I did it, in the moment, because I thought it was good for you. He had broken your heart far more than it needed to be after losing your father. You were at the lowest point of your life, and I knew that only you could rise above it.

But, since Mason has another chance now, enclosed is the letter I was supposed to give you. Again, I'm so sorry for not giving it to you earlier. I hope that you can forgive me.

"Oh, Quince," I whisper at the letter. I would need to call her later today and tell her that I wasn't mad at her. I knew how everything had gone down and how it had been played out. I knew that, above all, Quincy had been in the right. I was heartbroken, and if I hadn't tried to fix that myself, I would have never loved Mason with all my heart.

I knew that with me working through things on my own, I would be able to love Mason harder now. I knew that it could be more genuine.

Mason is walking toward me, and he stops at my back. Then he places his head on my shoulder and then slips a hand around my back and around my waist. "What is it?"

I crane my neck to look back at him and say with a smile, "I think this is your letter that never got to me."

Mason's eyes widen as he looks at me, and then he looks down at the paper. I open it up, and I can see him nodding. Then he says, "Wow, Quincy was really holding it for us. She knew we would eventually get back to each other."

I nodded, pushing away how emotional that was making me, and then looked down at the letter. I'm about to read it in my head when Mason starts to read it out loud.