Holly head Slopes

Chapter twelve

Abi's POV

The party played on my mind every second of the night. I watched time slip away as the events taunted my desire for sleep. If I had just stuck with Jordan and Ruby talking to his boring ski friends, none of what happened would have happened.

I wouldn't have Mason Dugray's touch lingering on my skin, his lips dancing on mine, and another of his jerseys on my bedroom chair.

For God's sake, Abi!

The sun had hardly risen its bright, glowing head, and my chaotic family was already causing a ruckus downstairs. I had no choice but to start my day. The twins were wrestling in the living room as usual. They reminded me that it wasn't always bad being an only child; at least I wasn't put in a headlock daily.

My Grandma was slaving away in the kitchen, flipping pancake after pancake for the others. She never complained about cooking for the family; she enjoyed it, which I admired, but it always saddens me when I see her alone.

"Fancy a flip-off?" I grinned, joining her in the kitchen. Her warm smile graced me, which always made me feel safe and loved. Grandma is the constant source of happiness I believe everyone deserves.

I borrowed one of her pinafore aprons to save my pyjamas and joined her. "Pancake showdowns are my favourite." She beamed as she handed me a frying pan from the wall hook.

We were in our own world. The room smelt delicious, and Grandma's classic tunes throughout her favourite decades were playing as usual. She always tells me they don't write songs like this anymore, and I agree. There's something about cooking with music and company that makes everything smooth. The stack of pancakes was growing at a rapid pace.

We were singing along to one of our favourites when the sound of my name caught my attention.

I excused myself and walked into the hall. Jordan stood at the front door; after a few more steps, I saw who he was conversing with.

Mason Dugray!

What the hell was he doing here? How did he know where my house was? And why did he think this was a good idea?

"Mason was asking about your breakfast plans," Jordan told me amusedly. He was enjoying my shock more than I cared for.

I hadn't been the best at thinking of lies quickly in the past; luckily, this time, I didn't have to.

"I'm busy. I'm cooking breakfast for my family." I smiled.

"I can tell." He chuckled as he leaned on the door frame. Why did he make a simple stance look illegally sexy?

I furrowed my brows at his amusement. "Kiss Grandma." He spoke. My eyes widened at his reply, but I followed his gaze. My borrowed apron wasn't the best pick, perhaps. However, I didn't expect the mountain hottie to be knocking on my door.

I crossed my arms to hide the slogan I knew he would endlessly tease me for. Although my pyjamas underneath weren't much better. If the ground could swallow me up, I would be enterally grateful.

"Breakfast is important among the Hughes, so I'll catch you at another time," I said, walking closer to the door to stop the never-ending nightmare.

"Nonsense, little Cous. The more the merrier." Jordan interrupted. His arm stopped me from slamming the door on Dugray. I've never wanted to wipe his smug grin off his face so much in my entire life.

"Good, it smells amazing," Mason replied. He stepped into the house and brushed against me. The jolt my body felt from the simple brush from him terrified me.