the morning. I had just crawled under my covers when a knock came at the door. Startled, I sat up in the bed and listened to see if I was imagining things. Another knock came; this time louder.
I got up, threw on a robe and went to look out the peephole. Oh no! It was Mason. He must have heard me moving around because he said, “Jonquinette, I know you’re home. Can we talk?”
I spoke softly through the door. “Mason, it’s really late. Can we do this tomorrow?”
“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay. Logan said you weren’t feeling well and that’s why you left the wedding so suddenly.”
Logan? What in the world did Logan have to do with anything? Other than a brief introduction, I hadn’t spoken five words to him.
“Um, I do have a migraine but I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, positive. Have a good night.”
I glanced through the peephole again and noticed he was still standing there staring at my door. He took a deep breath, started to walk away, and then hesitated. “Jonquinette, can you just open the door for one second? I’d feel a lot better if I could just see you. It’ll give me peace of mind.”
I decided there was nothing to lose. After fingering my hair and straightening up my robe, I inched the door open. “See, I’m fine, Mason.”
He chuckled. “It would help me out if I could see more than your eyeballs.”
I opened the door completely. “Is this better?”
He eyed me up and down and I tightened my robe around my chest.
“Definitely better. Well, you look okay,” he said. He touched my forehead with his palm. “No fever. Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”
“I’m sure. It was a long day and I just overdid it some. I have a history of anemia so my iron is probably low. I forgot to take my tablet earlier.”
Mason took me completely off guard by grabbing me into his arms and kissing me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and at first I didn’t know how to react. Then something came alive inside me and I responded. It was the first time I had truly kissed a man and it felt great. He was gentle yet powerful and his arms around my waist made me feel comfortably at ease. For once, I wasn’t nervous.
He pushed me backward into my apartment and against the wall as the intensity of our kiss grew. It lasted for a good five minutes until…
…he grabbed my left breast and I freaked out.
I manuevered myself away from him. “I’m sorry, Mason. I can’t do this.”
He grinned at me and said, “I didn’t mean to rush you. We can take our time getting to know each other.”
I grinned back at him. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.”
“So how about we start with a real date. Not one where we just happen to end up in the same place but one where we actually leave here together and come back here together.”
“That sounds original.”
We both laughed.
“Dinner. Tomorrow night. Seven o’clock. How does that sound?”
“Like a winning proposition.”
Mason kissed me on the forehead. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
I climbed back into bed and fell asleep dreaming about Mason.
jude
BITCH!
17
November 1994
Tenth Grade
Pembroke Pines, Florida
Henry Pierce paced the kitchen floor, waiting for his wife to come back inside from the garage. Meredith came in carrying a large turkey that she had retrieved from the chest freezer.
“This turkey’s a little small but I think we’ll make do,” she said.
“How many people do we have coming over for Thanksgiving dinner?” Henry asked.
“About a dozen.”
Henry sighed and sat down at the table. “Why is it that everyone always gathers at our house for holiday dinners? Don’t they ever entertain at their homes?”
“Henry, that’s not fair. You know my family members entertain from time to time. It’s just that we live in the most central location and that makes it easier for everyone to get together.”
Henry smirked. “If you say so, but I think it has more
I got up, threw on a robe and went to look out the peephole. Oh no! It was Mason. He must have heard me moving around because he said, “Jonquinette, I know you’re home. Can we talk?”
I spoke softly through the door. “Mason, it’s really late. Can we do this tomorrow?”
“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay. Logan said you weren’t feeling well and that’s why you left the wedding so suddenly.”
Logan? What in the world did Logan have to do with anything? Other than a brief introduction, I hadn’t spoken five words to him.
“Um, I do have a migraine but I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, positive. Have a good night.”
I glanced through the peephole again and noticed he was still standing there staring at my door. He took a deep breath, started to walk away, and then hesitated. “Jonquinette, can you just open the door for one second? I’d feel a lot better if I could just see you. It’ll give me peace of mind.”
I decided there was nothing to lose. After fingering my hair and straightening up my robe, I inched the door open. “See, I’m fine, Mason.”
He chuckled. “It would help me out if I could see more than your eyeballs.”
I opened the door completely. “Is this better?”
He eyed me up and down and I tightened my robe around my chest.
“Definitely better. Well, you look okay,” he said. He touched my forehead with his palm. “No fever. Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”
“I’m sure. It was a long day and I just overdid it some. I have a history of anemia so my iron is probably low. I forgot to take my tablet earlier.”
Mason took me completely off guard by grabbing me into his arms and kissing me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and at first I didn’t know how to react. Then something came alive inside me and I responded. It was the first time I had truly kissed a man and it felt great. He was gentle yet powerful and his arms around my waist made me feel comfortably at ease. For once, I wasn’t nervous.
He pushed me backward into my apartment and against the wall as the intensity of our kiss grew. It lasted for a good five minutes until…
…he grabbed my left breast and I freaked out.
I manuevered myself away from him. “I’m sorry, Mason. I can’t do this.”
He grinned at me and said, “I didn’t mean to rush you. We can take our time getting to know each other.”
I grinned back at him. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.”
“So how about we start with a real date. Not one where we just happen to end up in the same place but one where we actually leave here together and come back here together.”
“That sounds original.”
We both laughed.
“Dinner. Tomorrow night. Seven o’clock. How does that sound?”
“Like a winning proposition.”
Mason kissed me on the forehead. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
I climbed back into bed and fell asleep dreaming about Mason.
jude
BITCH!
17
November 1994
Tenth Grade
Pembroke Pines, Florida
Henry Pierce paced the kitchen floor, waiting for his wife to come back inside from the garage. Meredith came in carrying a large turkey that she had retrieved from the chest freezer.
“This turkey’s a little small but I think we’ll make do,” she said.
“How many people do we have coming over for Thanksgiving dinner?” Henry asked.
“About a dozen.”
Henry sighed and sat down at the table. “Why is it that everyone always gathers at our house for holiday dinners? Don’t they ever entertain at their homes?”
“Henry, that’s not fair. You know my family members entertain from time to time. It’s just that we live in the most central location and that makes it easier for everyone to get together.”
Henry smirked. “If you say so, but I think it has more
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