Going All The Way With Mason Blake

Mason Blake: Chapter 24

Thank youss for reading! So sorry for any mistakes but it's like 2 a.m and I am way too tired to fix anything, I'll come back and actually edit this most likely on Monday since I'll be busy tomorrow. Maybe by then I'll have enough feedback to right a new chappy anyways(:

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~Alex~

                The next morning I wake up on the floor. Frowning I pick myself off the carpet only to see Mason sprawled out in my bed. Deciding he looks too comfortable and I have to wash my sheets anyway, I walk into the bathroom to fill up a jar of water and walk back into the room. With a satisfied smile on my face I sleepily walk towards him.

                Right before I splash the water on his face I hear him snort making me bite my lip in order not to laugh. What a doof.

                Then without further adieu I raise my hand and tilt the jar, ready to pour.

                “Don’t even think about it,” Mason mumbles shooting out his hand and grabbing by wrist- making me scream in the process.

                Breathing heavily I give Mason a death glare, which he doesn’t see considering he hasn’t even opened his eyes yet. Annoyed at the fact that he still has a hold of my writs I loosen my grip on the jar and it falls with a thump on his stomach.

                Mason screams bloody murder as the water spills from the jar. Did I mention the water was ice-cold?

                “Sh*t Alex!” he yells finally getting up and violently throwing his wet shirt off.

                “It’s cold,” he screeches grabbing my covers and wrapping them around his back.

                “Put on a shirt or at least cover yourself better!” I say in response.

                We just got back to things not being awkward- and his six pack is not helping the situation.

                “Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asks smirking but wrapping the covers around him just a tad tighter.

                “Ugh, just go away,” I reply rolling my eyes

                “Why don’t you?” he retorts cocking his head to the side.

                Why is he so irritating?

                “Because it’s my room and you woke up in my bed while I was sleeping on the floor!” I answer exasperated.

                He flashes me a goofy smile, “It’s not my fault you fell asleep while I was carrying you up the stairs since you were too much of a lazy ass to get up them yourself. Then, you almost chocked me with your hold on my neck so I had to sleep here because I couldn’t shake you off. You must have fallen off the bed at some point,” Mason explains.