Filed to story: Lily Bennett and Mason Cooper Book
I’m instantly hit with a weird taste and smell.
“Now inhale,” he says, putting the lighter down next to him.
I inhale a little, my lungs burning a bit, so I inhale more and start coughing.
“Not too bad,” he says with an impressed look.
I watch as Mason takes two puffs of the joint before blowing out the smoke.
“You didn’t cough,” I point out as he hands it back to me.
“Not my first time smoking, princess,” he winks.
“Do you even remember my name?” I question.
“Lily.” He smiles, showing off his perfect teeth, and my stomach starts doing strange flips.
“Then why do you call me princess?” I ask, leaning back in my seat waiting for the high to hit me.
“Because you reminded me of that princess running in the forest with the hair and lizard,” he chuckles, leaning back too.
“Rapunzel?” I giggle.
“That’s the one,” he confirms, closing his eyes.
“You’ve seen Tangled?” I ask, laughing.
“I have two little sisters who are obsessed with Disney,” he answers, sitting up again.
“Want to watch it?” he asks with a goofy grin.
“Let’s go,” I agree.
Three hours, two movies, and a shitload of junk food later, Mason is passed out on my sofa and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.
“Mason,” I mumble, nudging his foot with mine.
“Mason.”
“Hmm?” he hums, lifting his head up but not opening his eyes.
“Do you want a pillow?” I yawn.
“Come here,” he mutters, holding his arms out.
I slowly stand up and shuffle down to stand in front of him.
“No, I mean come here,” he says, scooting back and patting the space in front of him.
“I want to cuddle,” he mutters sleepily.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
“Stop overthinking, princess,” he says, opening one eye.
When I don’t move, he reaches his hand out to grab my wrist and gently pulls me down to him.
He pulls my body against his, my back to his front.
He wraps his arm around my waist, grabbing hold of my hand, while his other arm slides underneath my head.
“Your hair smells good,” he mumbles as I push my feet in between his legs.
“Stop smelling my hair,” I giggle, snuggling into him some more.
“Shh. I’m sleeping,” he chuckles into my hair.
“Hey, Lily?” he says, suddenly sounding serious.
“Yeah?” I whisper, rubbing circles on his hand with my thumb.
“Kingsley really messed up,” he mutters, burying his face into the side of my neck.
? ? ?
I wake up really hot. I’m sweating and the bright sun pouring in through the glass door is blinding.
It must be late in the morning.
Mason is still spooning me, except now his leg is thrown over me and his dick is pressing against my back.
Even through the rough texture of his jeans, I can tell he’s not lacking in that department.
“Mason,” I groan, trying to free myself from his grasp.
“Shh, I’m still sleepy,” he whines, pulling me closer to him.
“I’m hot,” I say.
“Very.” I can hear the teasing in his voice.
I turn toward him and he hugs me-I feel so small in his big arms.
Our eyes meet and his gaze is intense yet soft. I glance at his lips, feeling a magnetic pull.
He catches me looking and his lips curve into a knowing smile.
The air between us feels charged, heavy with desire.
His fingers shift slightly on my hip, the faintest movement, but it’s enough to make my pulse race.
My body has never reacted to a man like this before.
Am I about to hook up with Mason Cooper?
LILY
Mason’s eyes stay locked on mine, like he’s daring me to make the first move. It would be so easy. Just a few inches closer, and I’d know what his lips feel like against mine.
But a small voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the possible fallout-the rumors, the stares, the hate from my friends. A kiss would feel so good, but it would really complicate my life when it’s already complicated enough. Get it together, Lily. Not the time.
I slip out from under his arm and stand up.
“I’m hungry,” I say.
“Do you want some eggs?”
“Are you offering to bring me breakfast in bed? Well, breakfast on the couch?” He smirks, sitting up and stretching so that his T-shirt rides up over those magazine cover abs. It’s enough to make me almost reconsider.
No, stay strong.
I head to the kitchen, get out the pan. He follows, leans against the counter. His bedhead is so cute.
“Do you have any plans today?” he asks.
“None,” I reply, pulling out the frying pan and cracking some eggs.
“Do you want to go get your nose pierced?”
An excited smile spreads across my face.
“Why not?”
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“Why are we going all the way to Stokes Junction?” I ask Mason as he drives his car to the smaller city an hour away.
“I figured you wouldn’t want to be seen in the mall with me,” he mutters, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“Right. Enemies,” I mumble, picking at the hem of my dress.