Coward

Chapter Six

I open my eyes slowly and the light shines in, illuminating my surrounding. Surroundings that aren't my own rustic shack, my eyes are wide and I stiffen before remembering where I am. An arm that is not my own is draped over my waist and I clutching me firmly. His face is nestled in my hair and I am well aware we are spooning. 

A gental laugh sounds from an armchair by the window. I look up to meet Jane's eyes and I flush a deep red. Well this hasn't happened before. I rarely get caught with another guy by their parents, especially doing something as innocent as this. "Oh, don't let me bother you dear," she says smiling behind a cup of coffee. "I was just looking."

I smile back politely and attempt to get away from Mason's iron hold but fail miserably, all I have achieved is a tightened grip on me in my struggle. Now I'm finding it difficult to breath. "Mason let me out," I manage to choke out. Nothing happens but Jane's distant laugh. I let out a sigh, I'm gong to have to resort to more painful methods. I elbow him in the stomach but nothing happened.

"You're going to have to try harder than that, he's a deep sleeper." Jane laughs again, shaking her head and mumbling something that I can't quite hear.

"I'm just going to try rolling out of this and hopefully land on top of him," I say to Jane.

She stands up from her chair and places her coffee on the ground. "Just wait a moment I'll just move the table out the way." She proceeds to move the sheak, glass coffee table out of the way. "Okay, now try it," she says stepping away and picking up her coffee and taking another sip.

One... Two... Three... I grunt in effort as I roll over, I hug Mason tightly to bring him down with me. However like most things I try it fails, so now I find myself on the floor with Mason on top of me now fully awake and smirking.

"If you wanted me this bad Beautiful you just had to ask," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I lean towards him and whisper in his ear, "your mum is watching us."

Then as I if she couldn't hold in her laughter anymore Mason became very aware of her presence. He looked up to her and then back to me and his now straddled possition onto of me and he blushes. Now me and Jane are both laughing and Mason springs off me and onto the couch, not bothering in the slightest to help me up. He stutters, "um, we, we wern't doing anything Mum."

I laugh even harder at his nervousness, I'm not really used to the calm and calculated Mason being all flustered. Jane gains control of herself before I do, "your plan didn't really work out, did it?" She says smilling.

I shrug still grinning at Masons' reaction, "not much does." She grimaces at my words and turns around to walk into the kitchen.

"I'm going to make some waffles," she calls over her shoulder.

Mason looks at me and smiles, "sorry about mum, she's a bit different."

We hear a grunt of dissagreement from the kitchen that makes our smiles bigger. I nod my head, "yes, but I like different. No point being the same."

He smirks down at my sprawled position on the floor. "Do you need any help there?" He asks offering my hand. I bat it away, there's no way I trust him not to drop me on purpose.

I get to my feet and pick up the blanket that's on the floor, crumpled in a messy pile. I pick it up and wrap it around me so I'm a bireto, I sit on the other side of the couch and put my feet up so me and Mason sort of top and tailing.

He frowns, "you stole my blanket."

I through the green and blue pillow from last night at him. "And I'm keeping it for now," I say smirking.