Memories of the Forgotten (ManXMan)

Chapter 8

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PIERCE POV

(Before their confrontation)

I woke up with the sun's rays hitting my eyes, its warmth seeping into my skin. God, guess I forgot to close the curtains before going to sleep. Looking down, I saw a lithe body curled up against my much muscular one, sandy-blonde mop of hair in disarray. Said body stirred a bit as its owner started to wake up and tried to press himself much further into me, seemingly seeking more body heat.

He tilted his head towards me and opened those eyelids adorned with long curvy lashes, my breath hitched as I gazed into deep ink-black orbs. As I blinked rapidly to eradicate the haze from my mind, oceanic blue orbs were now staring back at me and I exhaled the breath I didn't even know I was holding.

Mattie looked at me in concern before smiling at me and greeted me so sweetly, "Good morning" , while kissing the tip of my nose.

"Morning too Mattie, what do you plan to do today? We're both off work, so anything you have in mind?"

"No baby, just wanna spend the whole day with you. I don't care if we just stay in."

I just nodded as I stretched my body, sighing as I heard the pleasurable 'pop'. I was at the edge of the bed and was about to stand up when I felt arms wrapped around my torso.

He took a deep breath and whispered,"I love you Pierce."

It took me a moment to realize that he was waiting for my response. I bit my lip in conflict, since when did I have a difficulty to reciprocate such words?

I cleared my throat and said, "Yeah.. me too babe, me too."

Can I smack my head into the wall? I can't believe I responded in such a vague way and I immediately felt guilty. I turned around to look at him and was quite surprised but relieved to see him smiling at me.

He pecked my lips and went to get up, blubbering something about bad breath. I just shook my head and smiled at his energetic self.

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Our day had gone on.. just okay. I couldn't say it was perfect when there were moments I'd stare at nothing and Mattie had to get my attention. I could tell it was bothering him a lot but would force himself to smile. He gently eased me to share my thoughts to him, questioning me about my days at work but I would answer him casually, with vague answers and anything 'Mason-related' was taboo.

I could see that my apparent aversion towards certain topics and my constant hesitance with showing deeper affection towards Mattie hadn't gone unnoticed to him. Of course I felt guilty but I just don't want him to know about my problem, a problem named Mason Richards.

As I went back to my work-days, I avoided Mason's room like a plague. I know he wouldn't even get out of that room on his own because of his partial paralysis; yes I know about that since Dr. Stevens still reports his prognosis to me. But the idea of still being close to him, even with a wall and door between as was still enough to get me nervous.

It's been 6 days since I last saw Mason Richards and ran away like a coward, with my tail between my legs. The past few days hadn't helped solved the puzzle that was my mind.