me. I have a fleeting thought that the phone seems larger than I remember.
Mason gasps like I've hurt him.
I pull away from him and look at his face. He has his eyes closed and his jaw clenched.
"Did I hurt you when I moved your phone?" I ask, worried by the expression he's wearing.
"That wasn't my phone, Jess," he says, slowly taking in a deep breath.
It doesn't take me long to figure out what it was I actually moved. Now I understand why it seemed larger than his phone should have been.
"Oh," I say quietly, pulling away from Mason to sit on the other end of the couch.
I have no idea what to do in this situation. I feel flush because I've just touched a very personal spot on Mason completely by accident. I look back over at him and see him lying there with his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose with the thumb and index finger of one hand.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask again, not really knowing if what I did actually did hurt him.
"No," he finally says, opening his eyes and sitting up. "You didn't hurt me, the complete opposite in fact."
I feel my heart race at the implication of his statement, but can't seem to make myself look up at him and meet his gaze. I feel him staring at me, but don't know how to handle the situation we find ourselves in. What does he expect to happen next? I feel sure he's been in similar situations before and the natural progression of things would lead us to the bedroom, but I know in my heart I'm not ready for that yet.
I see Mason's hand lying between us palm up.
"I think it's time I took you back home," he says gently.
I look up at him. "You want me to leave?"
He shakes his head. "No, I don't want you to leave. But I should get you back home before it gets much later. You still need your rest."
"Are you making me leave because I won't…." I can't even say the words ‘make love to you' out loud so I say instead, "because I'm not like the other women you've brought here?"
Mason moves in closer to me, trapping me with his gaze.
"Now you listen to me very carefully," he says in a voice with a hard edge. "Other than Jonathan's wife, you are the only woman I have ever brought to this house."
"But Angela told me…she told me about the other women you’ve been with."
Mason's jaw clenches. "She shouldn't have said anything about that. It’s none of her business. I never brought any of those women into my home, Jess. They meant nothing to me. You mean everything to me."
"Then why are you making me leave?"
Mason sighs heavily. "Because I want you so badly right now, I'm not sure I would be able to control myself. I don't want you to leave. I want to take you to my bed and show you how much I love you. But you're not ready for that. I know that. I can see it in the way you're looking at me right now. And I couldn't live with myself if your first time was rushed. You deserve more and I want to be the one who gives you a beautiful experience. When we finally do make love for the first time, I want it to be just like our first kiss, scorched into both our memories forever. So please. Don't even think for one second that I want you to leave, but I need to take you home now for both our sakes."
I place my hand in his and say, "Ok," rendered almost completely speechless by his explanation and feeling like the most loved and desired woman in the world, a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
Mason phases us to my living room. Isaiah is sitting on my couch texting something on his phone.
"I'll be back in an hour," Mason tells Isaiah.
Isaiah nods in understanding.
Mason looks back at me and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.
"I'll be back, but you should go on to bed and get some rest."
I nod like an obedient child. "Ok."
Mason kisses me one more time and phases.
I stand there staring at where he stood only seconds before, finding it hard to move from my spot.
"Are you all right, Jess?" Isaiah asks.
I look
Mason gasps like I've hurt him.
I pull away from him and look at his face. He has his eyes closed and his jaw clenched.
"Did I hurt you when I moved your phone?" I ask, worried by the expression he's wearing.
"That wasn't my phone, Jess," he says, slowly taking in a deep breath.
It doesn't take me long to figure out what it was I actually moved. Now I understand why it seemed larger than his phone should have been.
"Oh," I say quietly, pulling away from Mason to sit on the other end of the couch.
I have no idea what to do in this situation. I feel flush because I've just touched a very personal spot on Mason completely by accident. I look back over at him and see him lying there with his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose with the thumb and index finger of one hand.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask again, not really knowing if what I did actually did hurt him.
"No," he finally says, opening his eyes and sitting up. "You didn't hurt me, the complete opposite in fact."
I feel my heart race at the implication of his statement, but can't seem to make myself look up at him and meet his gaze. I feel him staring at me, but don't know how to handle the situation we find ourselves in. What does he expect to happen next? I feel sure he's been in similar situations before and the natural progression of things would lead us to the bedroom, but I know in my heart I'm not ready for that yet.
I see Mason's hand lying between us palm up.
"I think it's time I took you back home," he says gently.
I look up at him. "You want me to leave?"
He shakes his head. "No, I don't want you to leave. But I should get you back home before it gets much later. You still need your rest."
"Are you making me leave because I won't…." I can't even say the words ‘make love to you' out loud so I say instead, "because I'm not like the other women you've brought here?"
Mason moves in closer to me, trapping me with his gaze.
"Now you listen to me very carefully," he says in a voice with a hard edge. "Other than Jonathan's wife, you are the only woman I have ever brought to this house."
"But Angela told me…she told me about the other women you’ve been with."
Mason's jaw clenches. "She shouldn't have said anything about that. It’s none of her business. I never brought any of those women into my home, Jess. They meant nothing to me. You mean everything to me."
"Then why are you making me leave?"
Mason sighs heavily. "Because I want you so badly right now, I'm not sure I would be able to control myself. I don't want you to leave. I want to take you to my bed and show you how much I love you. But you're not ready for that. I know that. I can see it in the way you're looking at me right now. And I couldn't live with myself if your first time was rushed. You deserve more and I want to be the one who gives you a beautiful experience. When we finally do make love for the first time, I want it to be just like our first kiss, scorched into both our memories forever. So please. Don't even think for one second that I want you to leave, but I need to take you home now for both our sakes."
I place my hand in his and say, "Ok," rendered almost completely speechless by his explanation and feeling like the most loved and desired woman in the world, a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
Mason phases us to my living room. Isaiah is sitting on my couch texting something on his phone.
"I'll be back in an hour," Mason tells Isaiah.
Isaiah nods in understanding.
Mason looks back at me and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.
"I'll be back, but you should go on to bed and get some rest."
I nod like an obedient child. "Ok."
Mason kisses me one more time and phases.
I stand there staring at where he stood only seconds before, finding it hard to move from my spot.
"Are you all right, Jess?" Isaiah asks.
I look
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