Fate

Chapter Fourteen - Too Quiet Nights

Chapter Fourteen – Too Quiet Nights.

By the time we finished our fight and got home it was dark. Masons parents had written a note saying they were going out for dinner so we had the house to ourselves. “I need a shower.” I complained jokingly, there was chunks of watermelon in my hair and down my shirt. “So do I,” Mason winked, “But there’s only one shower and I like to save water.” He hinted and I grabbed his shirt pulling it off, “Well you’re undressed, but I need a shower too. I think we both know what needs to be done.” I winked back and Mason led me upstairs to the bathroom, even helping me get undressed by unbuttoning my pants. Besides the brief moment that we saw each other naked the day we had sex this was the first time we’d seen each other completely naked in light, and I wasn’t disappointed.

We probably ended up using more water showering together then we would have on our own as every five minutes we ended up embracing, almost going further a couple of times. We used the bubbly soap to give each other beards and soapy bikinis, I think Mason liked doing that one, we helped wash the watermelon out of each other’s hair and Mason washed my baby bump carefully assuring me that he will be a good father. When we got out there was an explosion of bubbles coming out of the drain and we started another fight, throwing the bubbles at each other. It didn’t even feel strange standing naked in a bathroom with a twenty-two year old man having a bubble fight, I’d never stood naked with anyone before, I’m still only sixteen, but it felt right.

Wrapped in towels we both walked back to our separate rooms, closing the door to get dressed, not that it mattered anymore. I put on a black lacy bra and matching underwear before sliding one of Masons shirts on over the top. I never thought I’d be the girl to wear my boyfriend’s clothes, let alone his shirt and no pants to bed. Just as I slipped the shirt over my head there was a soft knock at the door, and Mason opened it. He wore only a pair of boxes and his muscle filled upper body leant against the door frame. “So I was thinking,” He began his eyes fixed on me, “Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight, with me.” He seemed nervous but it only made him cuter. I nodded quickly a smile spreading across my face. We’d never slept together, I mean we’d slept together but not slept together. Mason walked over and picked me up in his arms and carried me to his room.

It was a cold but still night with no rain in sight, I woke up several times but that didn’t bother me because I got to experience Mason in his sleep, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. But one time when I woke up I swear I saw a figure outside, I tried to convince myself that it was just an animal or a tree but I still felt uneasy. My mind then recalled seeing shadows and movements throughout the last couple of months, partically when Mason and I were together. I’m probably just imagining things, or maybe it was my brain visualising Gus or Oliver, or perhaps Millie, whom I haven’t seen since the trial. I tried to ignore the thoughts and curled up closer into Mason’s bare chest and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

It was about 2am when I woke up next, the wind had picked up and the trees were bashing against the windows as if they wanted to get in. I was still lying on Mason’s chest but his heartbeat felt irregular and he was sweating even though the night was cool. I touched his cheek tentatively, it was burning hot and I wondered if he was having a nightmare, or a fever. I could hear him gasping for air and his throat sounded like it was closing in on him. I started to get scared. When all of a sudden everything went horribly silent. A small squeak escaped from my throat, “Mason?” But he didn’t answer.