All Because Of Him

fifty six.

"Shit." I curse at myself.

After leaving Mason once we finished getting hot and heavy I went back into my room and immediately went straight towards the shower. During these past couple of days it has been difficult to shower by myself with Mason always following behind soon after me. But since what just went down in the office I figure he'll finally let me have my peace and be alone.

Now here I am trying to clean my body and realize that of course my body wash is completely empty.

I squeeze harder on the bottle but the only thing that manages to come out is puffs of air. Shit. Now what am I going to do?

I rub my temples and close my eyes, wishing that when I open them body wash will just miraculously appear. But of course that isn't the case.

My eyes wonder all around the shower as I try to think about what I can do. I really need to start a checklist to make sure I grab everything I need whenever I shower because I find myself in situations like these way too often.

My rambling thoughts come to a complete stop once I catch something in the corner of my eye: Mason's body wash.

No.

It's too weird.

Is it?

I shake my head to try to discard all the reasons telling me not to do this. It's just body wash but why do I feel as though I'm overstepping in some way?

That's the thing with Mason is that no matter how great this week with him has been, it still leaves me questioning what to make out of all of it. I feel like I always have to tiptoe around him, I'm scared I'll say or do the wrong thing and screw everything up.

My brain thinks at a hundred miles per hour as I wage my options and grab the body wash. Without thinking I pull back the cap, bringing it to my nose. The familiar scent fills my nostrils and I can't help the feelings running through my body as it does.

Of course his is halfway full so it seems like I'm left with no other choice than to put on body wash specifically made for men.

After I quickly rise off, hop out of the shower and get dressed I sit on my bed and turn on an episode of Grey's Anatomy that I've already seen countless times. I sit criss crossed, running my brush through my hair when I see Mason appear out of nowhere in my doorway.

His arm is stretched out behind his neck and he looks at me for a moment before speaking.

"Are you hungry?"

"What?" My brush nearly falls from my grasp. I try to hide my surprise but I doubt it was effective.

"Well after that little stunt you pulled I realized how hungry I am. I had my own ideas on what I'd really like to eat but since I figure you're still punishing me I suppose burgers will have to suffice."

The way he speaks makes it sound like what he's asking is foreign to him and I can't stop the genuine smile that stretches across my face from the site in front of me.

"You had me at burgers."

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Once we get into his car we both decide to just pick up the food and go over to Freddie's. As much as I love spending time with Freddie, I feel a tad bit disappointed when Mason suggests that we go. Maybe it would have been too weird with the two of us getting food on our own, but still I wanted it.

It's hard to balance whatever is going on between Mason and I on my shoulders. I'm still not sure how to treat him; like he's just my friend... more?