He Saved Me

Chapter thirty five

I wake up with a sore neck and a small weight on my chest, Bella. The unfamiliar surrounding confuses me at first, soon being replaced with realization.

I check the time, 10:30. Not bad.

I stroll into the kitchen, humming to a song. I wonder what time Masons game is today.

I turn my music on, careful that it isn't too loud.

'You say you can't live without me
So why aren't you dead yet,
Why you still breathing?'

Madison's voice sings as my eggs cook. I swing my hips along to the beat, embracing the effect music has on me.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Masons raspy morning voice sounds behind me.

I laugh, hugging him. "Good morning, how'd you sleep?" I place a quick kiss on his cheek, flipping the eggs.

"I slept good. How did you sleep?" He smiles, leaning against the counter next to me.

"It was okay. Do you want some?" I say, he nods.

"Thank you" He says when I hand him my original plate.

"What times the game?" I ask, smiling over at him.

"One. These are really good" He says, a smile spreading on my face.

"I'm glad" I finish making my eggs, cleaning up my mess.

"Eat please. I'll clean this" Mason takes the pan out of my hand, nudging me away.

"Fine" I huff. I always feel guilty having other people clean up my mess. Maybe that's because of how I grew up, always cleaning other peoples messes as well as my own.

I quickly finish my eggs. "I need to get ready" I smile, excited for Masons game.

"Okay, have fun" Mason smiles, kissing me on the cheek.

I grab some leggings out of my bag, which is still in Masons room. Rummaging through my tight shirts gets me frustrated. I cant wear any of these, doctors orders.

I huff, falling back onto Masons bed.

"Le? Are you alright?" He asks. I nod, looking at his closet. I could just steal one of Masons hoodies.

He smiles, digging through his drawer. "Do you think you could wear my jersey?" He holds his hand out, nervously.

"Of course I will Mas" I blush, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. Well that solves my problem.

I grab some socks, a sports bra and head into the bathroom.

Masons hockey jersey is even bigger than his football one. I laugh at my reflection. I flip it up, tucking some corners into my leggings so I'm no longer swimming in it.

Quickly curling my hair and applying some light but flattering makeup, I am ready faster than I had planned.

"What do you think?" I question, doing a playful twirl.

"You look hot in my clothes" He smirks, eyeing me up and down. My face flushes causing me to bury my head in my hands.

"Who knew you wearing leggings and an oversized shirt could turn me on more than skinny jeans and a tight shirt" He whispers in my ear, goosebumps forming all over my body.

My eyes practically fall out of my head and Mason chuckles. He continues his workout. "I'm..uh. Gonna go feed Belle" I stutter, rushing out of the room.

What the actual fück?

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. Bella prances around, happy to be eating.