My body feels like it’s catching on fire all over again. “Last night was …” I trail off, realizing I have no idea where I was going with that.
He holds his hands up. “Amazing. Incredible. But it only has to be whatever you want it to be. Your pace. Your rules.”
Reaching up, he rests his hands above the doorframe, his sweatshirt rising and exposing the bottom slice of his abs.
I swallow hard at his ability to read my nervousness perfectly. “Thank you.”
He chuckles. “You never need to thank me for anything, Daph, seriously.”
“Oh my God, is that coffee?” Maeve squeals, running down the stairs, wrapped up in her hooded blanket. “Mason, you are my hero.”
She grabs her labeled cup the second she walks over, taking a sip immediately. Her voice is monotone and deadpan. “This is the best coffee I’ve ever had.”
“Late night last night?” I giggle, walking over to the kitchen and setting the pan down on the island counter and grabbing my coffee.
She eyes me with annoyance as she leans over the sink and massages her temples. “Yes. Too many shots.Notenough water.”
We didn’t get home until about midnight, and she didn’t get home for another two hours. The only reason I know is because she tripped in the hallway and woke me up from her fit of giggles.
Maeve walks over to grab plates, and I take the moment to look back at Mason, finding his gaze hungrily devouring me once again. I lean forward on the counter, feeling my shorts ride up even further to give him a better view of my ass.
His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he bites down on his bottom lip, taking a second to adjust himself in his joggers.
“Did you have fun though?” I ask Maeve, keeping my eyes on Mason.
I hear plates touch the counter, and I turn back to her, finding her attention still locked on the food. “Oh, yeah. I got to meet a lot of guys on the team, which was cool. And a lot of their partners. Everyone was so nice, which was a pleasant surprise.”
“That’s good. I know you were a bit nervous about meeting them.” I take a sip of my coffee, and she grabs two forks, one for each of us.
She nods and starts dishing up the warm cinnamon rolls. “Mason, did you make these?”
He stays at the door, now leaning against the side of it, his hands in his hoodie pocket, pulled down over the joggers. I stifle a laugh, knowing exactly why he’s doing it.
“Yeah. This morning when I went over to the team house.”
“Best. Brother. Ever,” she says with a mouthful of food.
“I know,” he says arrogantly, and Maeve ignores us, walking over to the kitchen window that faces out back.
I look over and roll my eyes at Mason. “So cocky.”
“I am.” He winks at me and grabs himself through his sweats.
I mean, he’s right; the man ispacking. I don’t know how dicks work exactly, but that thing has to be ten times bigger than it was in high school.
“Bye, Mason. Today’s a girls’ day. And you have practice.” She turns back around and starts walking toward him, shooing him out. “We appreciate the fuel and the thoughtfulness, but now please get the fuck out.” She takes a bite of the cinnamon roll and groans. “Love you!”
He laughs and smiles at me before saying, “I love you too. You guys have fun.”
I stare down at the counter, my chest stinging as he closes the door. I rub the sensation away with no idea what caused it.
Maeve looks at me, and a big, overbearing smile takes over her face. “Spill it.”
“W-what do you mean?” I try asking with a straight face, failing halfway through. “Okay, fiiiine.”
We spend the next couple of hours watchingSabrina the Teenage Witchand catching up since it’s been a little while since we had a girls’ day.
I spare her the juicy details since Mason’s her brother, and she cringes slightly every time I mention touching him. Which is fair. If the roles were reversed, I would do the same.
