All Because Of Him

sixty eight.

It doesn't take long for us to set up for beer pong. We decided to use the dining room table instead, and as we finish placing the last cup down I feel myself growing anxious for it all to start.

I know it seems ridiculous, but I don't normally play drinking games. I know it'll be a struggle to somehow manage to gulp down the beer all at once, but I'm still excited nonetheless.

Also, drinking will help with all the emotions hitting my body like a freight train.

I don't want to overthink everything right now, or question if his behavior will last. I just want to sit back and enjoy it for however long it does.

When he told me earlier that he was going to try and be better I never imagined that it would look like this.

To be honest, I didn't really even know what that looked like.

When I lived with Jessica, Mason and I's relationship was based purely off sex. I didn't want to admit it at the time but it was, I had never even caught a glimpse of this side of him before.

But now I feel us slowly connecting emotionally, and it's driving me fucking insane.

If I thought I didn't know how to feel when Mason was his old self, I definitely don't know how to feel now.

"Who wants to go first?" Megan asks us and I look at Mason beside me before answering.

"You guys go." She nods her head, and claps her hands.

"You better not fuck up." Wyatt says to her and she shoves him away.

"Oh, fuck off, Wyatt." He only laughs at her and I watch as she picks up the ping pong ball and lifts her arm up. Her eyes flick to the cup on the table in front of Mason and I before she releases the ball, throwing it lightly towards us.

And it goes straight into the cup.

"I'll drink this one." Mason says to me and steps forward, his fingers wrapping around the cup before lifting it up his lips.

He makes it look so easy.

It only takes him seconds to finish it, and the whole time I watch in awe, wondering how the hell I'll pull it off as smoothly as he did.

The game goes on for about twenty or so minutes. I expect it to go on for longer but of course, everyone at the table was better at it than me. Mason almost sent every ping pong ball straight into the cup, and even though I apologized countless times for being such a shitty partner, everytime he would just pull me closer to him and jokingly tell me to shut the fuck up.

The worst part is that he got even more touchy the more we drank.

During the game I went off for a quick second to go grab a slice of cake since Mason insisted that he drink more than me. And when I came back and ate it in front of him, he brushed his thumb along the corner of my lip saying, "Sorry, you missed some."

And when he took his thumb off my lip and brought it to his mouth, sucking the cake off in front of me while looking at me dead in the eyes I nearly fucking lost it.

I swear I've never seen him so affectionate.

I know everything we're doing is a bad idea, but with the alcohol in my system it sounds like the best idea I could make right now.

After Mason and I won the game I got so excited I just about pounced on him. And when he lifted me off the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist I almost took him to the closest bedroom right there.