surprises

18. The Glory Of It..

I watched Lachie and Mason climb out of the pool, their annoyed expressions causing Carter and I to supress a chuckle.

The game had been a lot of fun on my part, mainly because we thrashed the other two, both of them being soaked before they even fell in the pool. It turns out I'm very useful with a gun.

I remember half way I questioned Carter on why, out of all these fine young men he chose me to be on his team, he claimed that I was a bit of a distraction, his eyes flitting to my bikini for a second too long. I could say my cheeks resembled that of a tomato from that point on.

I was quite happy with the outcome, as it resulted in Lachie and Mason giving the rest of us a free meal, so no complaining on my part.

As we walked inside, Carter had made his way straight to the kitchen, claiming that swimming made him hungry. I thought everything he did made him hungry, so I don't know what he was going on about. I wasn't too wet, so I thought it'd be better if I went to get changed before going downstairs and helping myself to some frosting.

As I spun around to make my way over to the stairs, I quickly side-stepped Mason, who was just coming in from outside. I let out a little squeak in the process, earning a chuckle from Mason. Before I could make it very far, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I followed the arm of that hand which lead to a pair of dark brown eyes, staring into my own.

"Do you need something?" I asked, cocking a hip to the side and eyed my wrist, which felt like it had a bad case of pins-and-needles, before raising my eyes to meet his for the second time.

He grinned, tugging my arm till I was inches away from him "I want you, to go out with me" he stated, his grin turning into that familiar conceited smirk, making me roll my eyes and tug my wrist out of his grasp.

"How about no" I deadpanned, turning around to make my way towards the stairs, only to have my body pulled back, a warm arm wrapping around my bare tummy.

"Come on, it'll be fun" he whined, further more adding to my persistence of saying no.

I shook my head, letting out a chuckle "I think we've got two different ideas of fun, Mason. Now I'm going upstairs to get dressed" I paused a second, only to pipe up again before Mason opened his mouth. "And I don't need any help!"

With that, I scampered up the stairs, blocking out Masons incoherent words of protest, before making my way down the hallway, slipping into my room and letting out a sigh of relief.

Walking over to my wardrobe, I pulled out some worn clothes, consisting of a red, white and black checked shirt, light wash skinny jeans, and an old pair of black converses. I quickly tied my hair up in a messy bun, strands of my blonde hair falling in front of my face. 

My tummy let out a low gurgle, causing my eyes to travel down to the place of sound, licking my lips unconsciously. I swung open my bedroom door, ready to make my way down to kitchen, only to be met by the most persistent person I have met in a while.

"Mason!" I groaned shoving him out of the way, only to half him trail right after me. I ignored him and made my way down the stairs, my soft footsteps making a clunking noise on the wooden stairs. Just as I reached the bottom, I felt muscled arms wrap themselves around me and hoist me of the ground.

"Now wait just a minute! Who do you thi----" I was cut off by Mason as he walked me into the now empty kitchen, setting me down between him and the bench.

"Calm down, spit fire." he murmured, grabbing an apple and placing it in my hand. Satisfied by the grin that made it way onto my face he continued. "You don't know the whole way around the farm yet, so, whether you like it or not, I am going to show you" he stated, giving no room for argument.