It was a weird situation overall. I figured we would be sitting in another restaurant by now or something but this was completely off my list of guesses. Who would've thought that with a little insisting and my caving in I would be sitting in my kitchen with Mason leaning on the counter across from me. Mason was in my home. For our second date. It was actually really surreal.
"So are you gonna just stare at me the whole time?" I asked him, smirking slightly.
"I wouldn't mind," He said, winking.
"Cute, but no. Let's play favorites," I suggested before adding "Blue."
Mason didn't reply for a minute. I figured he didn't want to play and was about to just give up and continue our little staring contest but then he replied, "Black."
"Soccer," I stated, smiling widely.
"Agreed,"
"English,"
"Lunch,"
I cracked a smile at that one, causing him to do the same.
"Uhh, Draft Day," I continued.
"300,"
"That was a good movie. I liked the second one too," I agreed.
"Second one wasn't as good," Mason said.
"Scandal,"
"Enders Game,"
"The Great Gatsby,"
"The Catcher and the Rye,"
"I loved that book," I agreed.
"Chelsea FC,"
"Bayern Munich FC, English has nothing on the Germans. And even then I would've gone for Arsenal," I diagreed.
"You're only saying that cause they won the World Cup," Mason accused, laughing.
"I'm quarter German so I automatically live and breathe anything German," I defended.
"I'm quarter Italian but you don't see me cheering on for them," Mason countered.
"Well, that's your choice," I said.
"Okay, pizza," Mason continued our game.
"Chicken,"
"McDonalds,"
"Chick-fil-A,"
"Grand Theft Auto 5,"
"Mortal Kombat,"
"I would fry you in that one," Mason told me.
"As if, I've been playing that game since the day it came out," I replied.
"We'll see. Watermelon,"
"Oh, that's good but I'm more of a green grape type of girl," I told him.
"Coke,"
"Agreed,"
"Linkin Park."
"Lana Del Rey,"
"That's a singer, not a band," Mason said.
"You didn't specify which one. Plus, it's a girl with a band," I responded.
"Okay, I'll give you that one. Snickers,"
"Oh god, any milk chocolate but Snickers and Hershey's are tied,"
There was a pause as we decided the next topic.
"Who are you?" A voice asked suddenly. I turned around to find my brother standing at the doorway of the kitchen glaring at Mason. He was dressed in all black as usual and his hair was wet from the shower he obviously just took.
"Mason meet my brother AJ. AJ, meet my friend Mason," I introduced them.
Abruptly, Aj turned on his heel and proceeded back up the stairs. What the hell?
"Okay, disregarding your rudeness, have you eaten yet?" I asked AJ.
"Not hungry," He replied, continuing up the stairs.
"Come back down here and eat," I yelled after him.
I could hear him sigh and mumble under his breath before descending back down the stairs. He looked at me, narrowing his eyes before proceeding to the fridge. He pulled out the leftover box of pizza and left again. Finally satisfied, I turned back to Mason, who was staring at me again.
"Wolf," I said.
"What?" Mason stood up straight, his face paled and his body tensed.
"Uhhh, my favorite animal is a wolf," I elaborated, frowning at his reaction.
"Oh, sorry. I uh, agree," He mumbled, relaxing again.
"Sweatpants," I stated.
"Soccer shorts,"
"You sure it's not tight shirts," I said cheekily, referring to the one he was wearing right then.
"You think you're funny?" He asked me, pushing himself off the counter to walk towards me. I quickly hopped off the high chair I was sitting on and walked around the island in the opposite direction.
"I personally think I'm hilarious. It's also a fact. I can practically picture you bare chested right now and have a pretty clear image considering your shirts leave no room for imagination," I teased him.
"I think you're just jealous," He replied.
"Me jealous? No, I think you are cause I fill out my shirts better than you can any day," I joked.
"You wanna come and say that to my face?" Mason asked darkly, continuing to follow me about the kitchen island.
"Why don't you come over here and I will," I said.
"Stop walking away and I will," He told me.
"I'm sorry you're not fast enough to catch me, Prince," I teased him.
"Oh, now it's on," Mason stated before he took a leap after me.
I laughed loudly as I ran around the counter. He chased me five times around it but as soon as he almost caught me once I ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I went straight for my room. As I was closing the door, Mason's foot stopped me and he started to push against it. I was not match for him and he ended up pushing it all the way open and grabbing me before I could make it to the bathroom. I squealed when he lifted me by the waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I tried to wiggle myself off of him but he held on tight until we reached my bed where he dropped me on it.
"Just for the record, I completely agree. You definitely fill out your shirts better than I do mine," Mason told me before climbing on top of me and crashing his lips against mine.
Damn, I knew that was coming but I was powerless to stop it.
