Filed to story: Lily Bennett and Mason Cooper Book
“Twenty questions? Except you have to drink every time you ask or answer a question,” he suggests, and I laugh.
“So we just ask questions and drink.”
“Pretty much.” He smiles.
“You start,” I say.
“When did you start dating Kingsley?” he asks and takes a drink.
“The summer between freshman and sophomore year,” I answer before taking a sip.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask.
“No.” He snorts, rolling his eyes.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Not your turn.” He smirks.
“What kinds of things did he not let you do in bed?”
I blush, taking a big sip of wine before I answer.
“Just like…basic stuff. Being on top, or going down on me,” I mumble.
“He didn’t even like kissing in public.”
Mason looks shocked, like I’ve just told him I have an evil twin.
“There’s something seriously screwed up with that guy.”
“Anyway, my turn,” I say quickly, eager to shift the focus back to him.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Because I haven’t met a girl I wanted to be with.” He shrugs.
“Emotionally,” he adds.
We trade some safer, more basic questions, getting halfway through our bottles before I’m brave enough to ask him what I really want to know.
“What happens when school starts again?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t want to keep hanging out?”
“Do you?”
“Yeah,” I say, looking away shyly.
“I do too. But I just don’t know how that will be. Football, school. People talking. It’ll be a lot.”
“Yeah, I know.”
We both take a drink of wine. I want to say more, but I don’t know what.
“My turn,” Mason says, locking eyes with me.
“Did you love him?”
“I never said I did. There was a point I thought I did,” I whisper.
“He really never kissed you in public?” he asks, setting his bottle down on the bedside table.
“Not once.” I shake my head.
“Never once went down on you?” he asks gently, taking my bottle out of my hands.
“No,” I breathe out.
“Never let you be on top?” he asks.
“No,” I whisper my confirmation as Mason leans forward the slightest amount.
“If you were my girlfriend, I would’ve kissed you every chance I got,” he breathes out.
“I would’ve gone down on you whenever you wanted, would’ve let you do anything you wanted,” he whispers, getting closer.
My breath catches like it did when he leaned in on the water tower. Then I was scared that he’d kiss me. This time I’m scared he won’t.
“Mason,” I say breathlessly, closing my eyes.
“Tell me to stop, princess, and I will,” he whispers, breath hitting my face.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, feeling his hand touch my cheek gently.
Mason pulls back slightly, locking our eyes for a moment before his lips are on mine.
His soft lips move against mine gently at first, but when I tangle my hands in his hair his kiss becomes desperate.
His hands find my waist, pulling me closer. A soft, muffled sigh escapes me.
He responds with a low sound from his throat that sends a shiver through me.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and he grips me harder too.
After several minutes of the most intense make out of my life, we finally pull apart, both of us breathing hard, his hands still holding my waist.
I don’t know what to say, and from the way he’s looking at me, I don’t think he does either.
“Now what?” I whisper, my voice barely steady.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and then answers with another kiss, this one even deeper than before.
He pulls me onto his lap, my hips automatically rolling against him.
“God, Lily,” he moans against my lips.
His hands start exploring my body, moving down to my ass then over my waist, up my back, reaching the clasp of my bra beneath my low-backed dress.
LILY
“Hey Mason, Mom wan-ahh!” a girl’s voice says, then screams. Mason’s arms wrap around my body, pulling me into him, and I bury my head into his shoulder.
“What?” he snaps.
“I’ll just tell Mom you’re not hungry,” the girl says, and the door closes.
“Oh my god,” I groan, moving off his lap and sitting next to him.
“Please tell me that wasn’t one of your sisters.” I can feel my whole face burning.
“It was,” he sighs, throwing his head back.
“No one was meant to be home tonight,” he mutters.
“At least we still had our clothes on,” I giggle, grabbing my bottle of wine.
“Yeah. Lucky,” he mutters, rolling his eyes before leaning over me and grabbing the other wine bottle.
No more kissing in case a sister wanders in again, but we sit side by side and hold hands and talk about random stuff-how we don’t really like wine that much, dumb things we did as kids, favorite cereals, and how nice it feels to just sit here and talk.
My heart flutters every time I catch him looking at me.
Once we’re both yawning, he walks me home.
At my door, he leans down for one last kiss, soft and sweet, his lips lingering on mine.
“Goodnight, princess,” he murmurs against my lips.