Where A Play Can Take You?

Chapter 27

Mason's P.O.V.




"You're already late," Kristen said as we reached the airport. Something in me was stopping me from traveling back home but I had to be with her family. They needed me and my work was back home. I had a feeling that I wanted to stay here with An... I mean Carla. The thought of her made me shiver. I stopped and turned which made Kristen call for me but I didn't care. I wanted to see her.




"Where are you going?" He called after me but I ignored him.




As soon as I reached the coffee place, my heart was beating a million times a second. My leg forced me into the store and I scanned her on the stage. She's beautiful. Really beautiful.




'...you could say that... you could say that I am hopeless.'




'But that ain't the girl... that ain't the girl I want you to be...' I strut towards to stage, wanting to close the gap between us, but because people were watching and she was performing on stage, I couldn't do it. I pressed myself against the stage, yearning to feel her breath against my skin. Her melodious voice filled my ears and it was the only thing on my mind at the moment.




Her eyes were filled with tears and guilt. She shot me an unreadable look before she left the microphone on stage and walked away. I followed her, not me following her but my heart, my soul. Everything in me was telling me 'You dumbo, go talk to her. She is Anne'.




"Hey." I called, still walking after her. She stopped and faced me. She looked so damn good in that blue dress, her hair curled messily but she didn't seem to have that wealth that Anne had. I mean she was so simple. Her dress seemed to cheap but it looked gorgeous on her anyway.




"Yeah?" She said, her brown eyes scanning me like I was a piece of shit or something. I didn't reply so she turned and continued walking. I stopped her by grabbing her arms. "Don't you ever dare touch me again." She said as she flipped her hair which bobbed up and down as she walked, the air moving her dress. When I touched her, I felt my life come back. Really, I mean the same touch? This is driving me crazy. Anne? Again? No, I mean Anne killed herself for me more than two years ago. How come? She just woke up from her grave? I mean this is crazy but I still followed the girl until she reached her dressing room and slammed the door in my face. I couldn't help but open the door.




"Get out!" She shouted.




"Why?" I asked easily, still checking her out while she was removing her make-up. I moved towards her, my eyes never leaving hers.




"Why the hell are you moving towards me?" She shouted again but this time I totally gave in to my desires as my hands made the way to her arms. I slowly unzipped the dress and pushed it out of the way so that she was now half naked infornt of me. I scanned her tanned body not her body, but Anne's. I pressed my body to hers as I placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. I was actually really surprised by her reaction. She didn't say anything before but after I kissed her, she put on her dress again. I couldn't help but move towards her and zipped it up for her.




"I don't want you to touch me."




"I wanted to check on something." I said as my eyes were filled up with tears just like hers was. I just breathes in her scent, her heated breath when I touched her. I felt her.