Last night was eventful if you know what I mean. Mason has been a bit out of hand lately because I'm leaving for school soon.
Speaking of school, I still haven't packed yet. I don't want to pack yet. I'm excited about school but not the location. It's so far from Mason.
I grab my phone, checking the time to see that I have to get ready for work. I'm only working half a shift today, maybe then I'll have time to pack.
I slowly get out of bed, careful not to wake Mason up.
I ruffle through my bag, wanting to put some pants on.
"Mm, I can't wait to wake up to this every morning one day" A raspy voice comes from behind me.
"Oh shush" I laugh, shaking my head.
"It's actually been a sort of dream I've had since I was little. My wife and I cooking breakfast in the morning. Me in a pair of sweatpants, you in my oversized t-shirt with a cute messy bun and no makeup" He smiles, his eyes tired.
"Go back to bed" I shake my head, walking into his bathroom to change and get ready.
When I walk back out of the room, Mason's bed is empty and nicely made. I smile, knowing that's something we have in common.
I grab my bag and other stuff and head downstairs.
"I know you need to leave soon so I toasted a bagel for you. I also put some butter on it, just how you like it. Here's some coffee too, and a to-go cup if you need to take it on the road" Mason smiles at me, the food sitting on the island for me.
I smile, shaking my head. "You're too good for me"
"That's where you're wrong" He winks at me, turning around to wash some dishes.
His toned back flexes as he scrubs the dirty pan. His Italian heritage is really shown when his sweats slide down a bit, exposing the pale skin usually hidden behind a bathing suit.
"Can we please go back to Italy" It flies out of my mouth before I can stop myself.
Mason turns around, drying his hands. "Well I would love to, but there's no time" He leans against the counter.
"I don't want to leave. I wanted to go to UCLA with you" I swirl the hot coffee in the cup.
"I know, baby. But this is what's best for you. You're going to thrive at NC State. I'm really proud of you. You know that, right?"
I nod, looking down at my food. This sucks.
"I'll come to visit whenever I can. I promise. Now, put a smile on that cute face. Go make me proud, make some money, and I'll take you out tonight" He smiles, kissing my forehead.
"Bye Mas" I kiss his cheek, finishing off my coffee and walking to my car.
~Skip work~
Work flies by, and I find myself becoming giddy for tonight.
I head home and shower before texting Mason.
'Dress comfortably. And bring a coat ;)'
I sigh, knowing that could only mean one thing. Ice skating again.
I change into a pair of blue jeans, a white sweater, and slip some white sneakers onto my feet. I do my makeup simple and straighten my hair.
(Outfit below)
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He Saved Me
Roman d'amour'Whats that from?' Mason says lifting up my sleeve a little more to reveal the obvious bruise. Shįt I forgot about that one, 'I bumped into my counter last night. You know me, clumsy'. Mason looks at me knowingly. 'I have to get to class but I'll m...