All Because Of Him

seventy three.

"This love is taking all of my energy."

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After being in the treehouse with him for another two hours, Mason tells me he has one more thing he wants us to do before I leave. Surprisingly enough, whatever he has planned supposedly has to take place at Jessica's house. So after repeatedly reassuring me that Jessica isn't home I finally oblige.

At this point, I consider myself an expert in self control.

First we head over to Freddie's house to pick up his car that he left the night of the party. I still get butterflies everytime he gives me his keys to drive his car. I can't help but wonder how many other people he trusts enough to drive it.

Whenever I think about that, not many people come to mind.

I park Mason's car in the driveway, take the key out of the ignition and mentally shame myself for being so weak. I know I shouldn't be at Jessica's house with him alone, but it seems I enjoy torturing myself.

He got here before I did since he was riding his motorcycle, so as I walk up to the house alone I continually remind myself to not give into any temptations.

I have about an hour to spare with him until I have to get ready for my date with Aiden tonight. Which means whatever Mason wants to do, he better make it quick.

As I swing the unlocked door open and step inside Jessica's house, I see that Mason is nowhere to be found.

"Mason?"

I look around, my head spinning side to side slowly and then it hits me that he must be upstairs in his room. Of course he'd be in his room of all places, how much willpower does this man think I possess?

I sigh, dragging my feet up the stairs until I reach his bedroom. I haven't been here since the whole mishap in the kitchen with him.. I remember him telling me that what was going on between us was nothing more than sex.

I'll never forget that moment- the moment my heart shattered into a million pieces.

Even thinking about it now doubles the apprehensive feeling weighing down on my chest right now.

It's been weeks since that day, and since then I've found myself getting sucked deeper into the enigma that is Mason. The longer I stay with him the more I wonder why I'm here in the first place, and the further it hits me that no matter what I do, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to escape it.

I gaze at the closed door in front of me, ignoring the chill creeping down my spine as I bring my hand to knock. Right before my hand hits the wood, the door opens revealing Mason on the other side of it.

"Isabelle?" He asks, his tone of voice coming off a bit surprised, "I was just about to call you, I thought you weren't going to come."

"Why did you want me to exactly?" I can't help but ask, suddenly finding me being here entirely inappropriate.

I know it doesn't make sense considering all the things we've been doing recently, the words exchanged and the skin that's been touched. But me being here in his room just seems so risky.

Am I worried that I might find being here difficult without eventually trying to rip his clothes off?

Without a doubt in my mind.

An emotion I can't decipher curls on the corner of his lips. He steps back, tips his head a little to the side motioning for me to come in. I swallow my apprehension, and step my foot over the threshold.