I'm a panting mess as Carter kisses my collarbone, "Carter..." I whimper and dig my nails into his back. I skim my fingertips down his bareback and moan as he slowly pulls my jeans off.
"Let me please you." He says as he pulls my boxers off. I feel myself turning a crimson red as he stares at me, amazed.
"Ready?"
***
I sit up and groan as I rub my eyes, tired.
I look around the room spotting our clothes on the floor. I quickly change and walk down the hallway.
I think about last night and a small smile unintentionally appears on my face.
I didn't want to move on from Mason but, he's probably dead. It's been more than a month and no one has seen him. I have lost feelings for him. I want to regain them but how can I when I don't even know where he's at?
I sigh and sit on the stool, resting my head on the black island. I remember walking up to him at his mothers funeral. Sobs leaving his mouth. His eyes, vast and dark.
A year later he told me I was the reason why he found happiness. My love for him is collapsing. I can see the thing called the end. I sigh and lift my head up to see Carter, staring at me.
"I know last night was really weird. I just-"
"It's fine." I say, cutting him off. He looks at me for a few more seconds and nods. "I'm going to dye my hair today." He says a bright smile on his face. I raise and eyebrow, "Again?"
He happily nods, "What color?" I ask curious.
"Well, thats a surprise." He says, smirking. I nod "I was wondering-" The ringing of my phone interrupts me. I quickly answer it without looking at the caller. "Hello?"
"Ethan." I recognize that voice.
It can only belong to one person.
Mason.
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Hazel
Romansa'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
