Try Hard

3. A "Not-A-Date"

Paige Avalon

"Alright, grab what you need and let's bounce!" Mason said after he dropped me on the soft carpet of his condo.

"But-but my room is so far," I whined.

I basically have a guest room of my own in all of my friend's condominiums because I'm 'the baby' of our group and basically live in their condos whenever I don't feel like living in my own.

"Paige, it's either get up and dress yourself or have me take you to my room while I shower and get dressed then have me dress you and I don't know about you, but I'm perfectly fine with being butt naked in front of you or anyone for that matter 'cuz my body is just that fucking sexy," he finished with a smirk.

My eyes grew wide as I realized what he made my choices be, but then again Mason is a bluffer. He wouldn't dare either. I laid on the floor as I looked up at him with a cocky smirk of my own, "You wouldn't dare."

"Alright, but you asked for it," he shrugged taking off his shirt, putting his eight pack abs on display.

It made me think of Vincent's six pack he had when we were dating. Does he have an eight pack now? He always talked about getting one.

A yelp escaped my lips when I felt cold hands touch the sides of my stomach as well as the fact cold air hit my chest and tummy, good thing I have s bra on.

"Mason, what that actual fu- flip turd?" I screamed when I realized he was undressing me while straddling me.

He laughed as I smacked his hands away and zipped up my footies.

"I almost go you to cuss at me, Score bitch! I was bluffing anyways, but not this time, so go change unless you want me to see you naked," he spoke as he got up before he walked away into his room and left me laying on the floor with his long sleeved shirt next to me.

I grumbled as I hobbled over to my room. Lesson learned if Mason gives you and option to not be lazy or to have him see you naked or vise versa he's actually serious.

Upon entering my mint and white color seemed room I quickly changed into my favorite dark wash 'boyfriend' jeans I forgot here and searched for a shirt. I paused while looking through all my shirts and realizing that none of them were decent to wear in public due to their holes and rips in inappropriate places and the fact I don't have any tank tops in the closet.

Thankfully Mason turned on the heater so I wasn't freezing my boobs off. I was standing in his living room wearing jeans, socks, and a bra while I waited for him to leave his room because I didn't want to accidentally walk in on him naked.

Walking over to sit on the couch I slipped and fell face first onto the carpet. My feet were tangled up in a fabric and as I got it untangled I realized it was Mason's shirt he took off earlier.

Ehh, this will do.

I slipped the still warm long sleeve over my head and drowned in the delightful smell of Mason. He has the homey, yet manly smell to him, that and I spend the most time with him or Trent so they both smell pretty homey to me.

My hair is tangled mess which means it's become curly since I slept and so it ends around my belly button due to the tangled waves.

Mason's plain navy blue shirt with the Hollister logo on the left side of the chest fits loosely on me, obviously, so I loosely tucked it in my jeans to flatter my hourglass shape and flapped my arms like a bird to get the sleeves to slip over my hands to give them warmth. A giggle escaped my lips as I realized how large Mason is compared to me. Man, I'm a pipsqueak.