door.
“Hey, I want to let you know that I’ll be staying at Stella’s again tonight and I’m leaving really early tomorrow. The studio’s scheduled a 6am flight back to Sydney.”
“Okay.” I avert my eyes and turn my head.
“Don’t do that, Ry. Don’t look away, it’s me, man. We’ve been best friends for how long now?” Mason takes a couple of steps closer to me.
“Yeah I know, a long time.” I just don’t want you to go.
“Then what’s wrong?”
How do I tell him that I was hoping he’d stay so we could try to find a way for us.
“Look, I think you need to let Stella help you. She’s done so much for me, and I believe she can do the same for you. I saw that look in your eye the other night, I saw the hate that drove you to destroy your room. And when you were in my arms, I felt the hurt just pulsating through you.” He stands in front of me, and brings his hands up to cup my jaw. “We’ll always be in each other’s lives, no matter what happens in the bedroom.” He leans in and gives me a soft kiss.
“I know,” I whisper as I find comfort from his lips.
“If I get another break from filming, I’ll fly back and we can pick up exactly where we left off.”
“I’d like that.”
“But you need to let Stella help you.”
“I will.”
“I think you two would make a perfect couple,” he huffs as he brings me in for an embrace.
“I don’t know who I am, Mason. I don’t know what I want.” I feel Mason’s tongue lightly lick my neck quickly followed by his lips kissing the same area.
“I know, and that’s why you need to let go. Let her lead you, she can be your pillar of strength.”
“Alright,” I say as I press a kiss into his neck.
“I want you to be healthy. Not just here.” He puts his hand on my torso, “but also here,” he says as he taps my head.
“I’m trying, Mase. Really I’m trying.”
“I know you are, and I can see it. It takes someone with a lot of courage to attempt to make heads or tails of what the three of us will embark on.” Mason gives me another kiss.
“God, I’m going to miss you,” I say as I savor his lips.
“C’mon, let’s go find what our Master is doing.”
We leave the room and we both walk out to a luscious and enticing aroma coming from my kitchen.
Stella may just be right, the fragrance from whatever spices they’ve used for the soup quite literally assault us the moment we open the bedroom door.
“She’s a fucking awesome cook, too,” Mason whispers as we’re about to enter the kitchen.
“Are you two hungry?” Lucy asks as Mason and I sit at the kitchen table.
“I’m starved,” I say as I rub my stomach.
“Me too,” Mason adds.
“Can you set the table, Lucy? Remember washing hands first,” Stella gently asks Lucy.
“Yep,” Lucy pops the P. “Daddy, Stella said that she needs a friend to go see a movie with her. I told her you should go, but then she told me it was the new movie with Channing Tatum, and he’s so cute. So can I go?”
“Are you asking me to go to the movies with Stella to see Charlie Tatum?”
“Dad, it’s Channing Tatum not Charlie Tatum. And yes, can I go?” She giggles.
“Well firstly you’re sick, so no. And secondly, why can’t the three of us go together?”
Stella turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. Damn, her eyes. I have to remember not to look at them, because with every intense hard stare she gives me, I know she cuts deeper into my soul.
“You wanna come and watch a Channing Tatum movie with us?” Lucy asks.
“I want to be where my beautiful daughter is, and where Stella is, too. So if that means having to sit through a movie with what’s his name in it, then sure, I do.”
“The movie comes out just before I next come over, so in just under two weeks. Can you buy tickets to it, Dad?”
Um what? Buy tickets to it? From now?
I look to Stella and I’m sure she can see the confusion etched deeply on my face.
“I’ll get the
“Hey, I want to let you know that I’ll be staying at Stella’s again tonight and I’m leaving really early tomorrow. The studio’s scheduled a 6am flight back to Sydney.”
“Okay.” I avert my eyes and turn my head.
“Don’t do that, Ry. Don’t look away, it’s me, man. We’ve been best friends for how long now?” Mason takes a couple of steps closer to me.
“Yeah I know, a long time.” I just don’t want you to go.
“Then what’s wrong?”
How do I tell him that I was hoping he’d stay so we could try to find a way for us.
“Look, I think you need to let Stella help you. She’s done so much for me, and I believe she can do the same for you. I saw that look in your eye the other night, I saw the hate that drove you to destroy your room. And when you were in my arms, I felt the hurt just pulsating through you.” He stands in front of me, and brings his hands up to cup my jaw. “We’ll always be in each other’s lives, no matter what happens in the bedroom.” He leans in and gives me a soft kiss.
“I know,” I whisper as I find comfort from his lips.
“If I get another break from filming, I’ll fly back and we can pick up exactly where we left off.”
“I’d like that.”
“But you need to let Stella help you.”
“I will.”
“I think you two would make a perfect couple,” he huffs as he brings me in for an embrace.
“I don’t know who I am, Mason. I don’t know what I want.” I feel Mason’s tongue lightly lick my neck quickly followed by his lips kissing the same area.
“I know, and that’s why you need to let go. Let her lead you, she can be your pillar of strength.”
“Alright,” I say as I press a kiss into his neck.
“I want you to be healthy. Not just here.” He puts his hand on my torso, “but also here,” he says as he taps my head.
“I’m trying, Mase. Really I’m trying.”
“I know you are, and I can see it. It takes someone with a lot of courage to attempt to make heads or tails of what the three of us will embark on.” Mason gives me another kiss.
“God, I’m going to miss you,” I say as I savor his lips.
“C’mon, let’s go find what our Master is doing.”
We leave the room and we both walk out to a luscious and enticing aroma coming from my kitchen.
Stella may just be right, the fragrance from whatever spices they’ve used for the soup quite literally assault us the moment we open the bedroom door.
“She’s a fucking awesome cook, too,” Mason whispers as we’re about to enter the kitchen.
“Are you two hungry?” Lucy asks as Mason and I sit at the kitchen table.
“I’m starved,” I say as I rub my stomach.
“Me too,” Mason adds.
“Can you set the table, Lucy? Remember washing hands first,” Stella gently asks Lucy.
“Yep,” Lucy pops the P. “Daddy, Stella said that she needs a friend to go see a movie with her. I told her you should go, but then she told me it was the new movie with Channing Tatum, and he’s so cute. So can I go?”
“Are you asking me to go to the movies with Stella to see Charlie Tatum?”
“Dad, it’s Channing Tatum not Charlie Tatum. And yes, can I go?” She giggles.
“Well firstly you’re sick, so no. And secondly, why can’t the three of us go together?”
Stella turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. Damn, her eyes. I have to remember not to look at them, because with every intense hard stare she gives me, I know she cuts deeper into my soul.
“You wanna come and watch a Channing Tatum movie with us?” Lucy asks.
“I want to be where my beautiful daughter is, and where Stella is, too. So if that means having to sit through a movie with what’s his name in it, then sure, I do.”
“The movie comes out just before I next come over, so in just under two weeks. Can you buy tickets to it, Dad?”
Um what? Buy tickets to it? From now?
I look to Stella and I’m sure she can see the confusion etched deeply on my face.
“I’ll get the
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