Breathing Again

Chapter 3

"You can't be serious, mattie"

"It is Allison you should know my name Mason jar"

"I will use your name when you stop calling me a inanimate object" he teased

"But I love mason jar, very original"

"Only from the best"

I glare at him and look at the time.

Shoot its already 6.

"See you later mason jar"

"Don't go" he begged grabbing onto my legs.

"I have to"

"No you don't" he muttered into my jeans.

"Yes, mason jar"

"No you are not leaving this house, if you do I will eat all the choclate from the stash" he threatened

'The stash' is just a shoe box full of chocolate. If you were wondering.

"You wouldn't dare"

He looked up his face dead serious.

"I would" he deadpanned.

Prying his arms of my legs I scurry to the door so he can't grab me again.

But him being a fast runner and me wearing heeled boots he caught up pretty quickly.

Grabbing me by the wrist and spinning me around to face him pushing me against the door. Caging me with his muscular arms man he works out a lot.

I look into his eyes he was amused at me admiring his muscles.

"See something you like?" He asks his jaw tightening. I think he is trying the smulder from tangled. In a way he does resemble Flynn rider.

"I wish I had a frying pan" I mutter

Mason raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Why?"

"So I can hit you in the head with it and lock you in the closet to make a narrow escape"

He chuckled resting his forehead on mine.

My cheeks heat up a bit and by the smug look on his face he clearly is enjoying my blushing. I want to wipe that smug look off his face...but how?

The idea then popped into my head.

I lean close to mason are bodies pressed together I whisper something in his ear.
His face turns a new shade of tomato.

I copy his smug smile from earlier trying to foreign innocence.
Revenge is sweet.

Mason looks down pouting his lip like a child.

Tilting my head to the side I grab the sides of my boyfriend's face planting a soft kiss on his slightly chapped lips.

He runs his hand through my hair lightly deeping the kiss.

Mason pulls away a admiring look on his face.

"Is this a dream?" He asks

"No it's reality"

"I still can't believe your mine"

"Listen up bud, I am still a person, not a object, Mason jar"

"Okay maddie"

I roll my eyes and push him away and exit his room going to the stairs.

Mason starts to walking down the stairs turning part way confused.