want the fun to stop.
Chapter 33
Mason
Nathan, Elijah and Tommy headed back to the penthouse, and I decided to join them and bring Sara home with me. Not to mention the fact that I wanted some cookies. As the elevator doors opened, loud music greeted us.
“What the hell?” Elijah said.
We walked into the living room and found the girls dancing and laughing.
“I do believe they’re all wasted,” Nathan spoke.
“Yeah. I think so.” I laughed.
We followed Elijah into the kitchen to get some cookies, and there weren’t any.
“Where are the cookies?” Tommy asked.
“Doesn’t look like they got around to baking any,” Nathan spoke.
Elijah walked into the living room and turned the music off.
“Oh, hey. We didn’t hear you guys come in,” Aspen slurred.
“Sweetheart, where are cookies?”
“Cookies?” She cocked her head. “Oops. We forgot to make them.” She laughed.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I walked over to Sara.
“Are you ready to go home? You’re very drunk.”
“I know. Don’t tell anyone.” She giggled. “I love your family.” She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m happy you love them. Let’s go,” I spoke as I removed her arms from my neck and hooked my arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall on the way down to the cab.
When we reached our building, I helped her out of the cab and placed my arm around her as her head rested on my shoulder. Once we reached the apartment, I slid the key in the lock and opened the door.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” I spoke as I picked her up, carried her to my room, removed her clothes and dressed her in one of my NYFD t-shirts.
“Sex?” she asked as I pulled the covers over her.
“Not tonight. You’re too drunk.” I smiled as I kissed her forehead.
“You’re no fun.”
“Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
“I love you, Mason,” she spoke as she closed her eyes.
I stared at her for a moment as I swallowed the lump in my throat, while the beating of my heart picked up its pace. Stripping out of my clothes, I climbed into bed and turned the opposite way from her. Things just became very complicated.
The next morning, I climbed out of bed and went for a run while she still slept. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said last night. Did she mean it? Alcohol always seemed to bring out the truth in people.
When I got home, I saw her sitting at the island gripping a cup of coffee between her hands.
“What are you doing up already? You don’t have to be at the hospital for a few more hours.”
“I wanted to nurse this hangover before I have to get ready. I can’t be going to work and treating patients when I feel like shit. Ugh. Why did I drink so much?”
“I don’t know. Why did you?” I asked as I took the carton of eggs out of the fridge.
“Aspen just kept pouring the wine, and it was so good.” She took a sip of her coffee.
“Do you want any eggs?”
“No thanks. I think I’ll go lay down for a while.”
“Okay. Maybe you should do that in your room,” I said.
“Um, Sure.”
“It’s just I’m going to take a shower, and I don’t want to disturb you.”
“Of course. I’ll see you later.”
She seemed to be acting normal. Maybe she didn’t remember telling me she loved me. But she said it, and I couldn’t forget it. The words kept replaying in my head over and over. I loved what we had. It was fun, and I was enjoying every second of it. But even good times had to come to an end at some point. I ate my eggs and then took a shower.
When I finished getting dressed, I walked to the kitchen and found Sara making a cup of coffee.
“I thought you were laying down.”
“I couldn’t sleep.” She turned to me and seductively ran her finger down my chest. “I was thinking maybe something else would make me feel better.” A smirk crossed her lips.
“Listen, Sara. Remember that rule we agreed to? The one where we should check in with each other periodically to see how things are going and if we have any concerns?”
“Yeah.”
I inhaled a sharp breath.
“I think maybe we should take a break from our friends with benefits relationship.”
“What? Why?” she asked in shock.
I knew this would upset her and maybe now wasn’t the right time, but would there ever be a right time for this conversation?
“I just think things between us may