it all. Best support something instead of claiming it was one hundred percent infallible, so if or when the time came that something went against it, everything in the past did not have to be scrapped.
It was just one of those things they told you over and over again, so much that the phrase became natural in your head. Kind of like the whole correlation versus causation debate. Don’t even get me started on that one.
Mason had become a bit better about asking about Calum. Granted, I was pretty sure that was because he knew Calum was now out of town. He’d been gone for a week now. I…I haven’t heard from him if he planned on visiting me this weekend or not, and I was trying not to freak out about it.
He had a life. He had a job. He had a bunch of other things to pay attention to besides me. I knew he wouldn’t come every weekend. Hell, at this point, I doubted he’d take the time and ever see me. I mean, it was just me. I certainly did not merit a two and a half hour drive one way just to see me for a bit.
Still, I missed him. I missed those bright blue eyes, the almost whiteness of his hair, the way he oozed maturity and confidence. He was a man that had somehow captured me, dragged me in, and made me swoon over him—something not many other men could claim.
Mason could, though. His dimples, his easy smile, his non-stop chatter about any stupid thing. Oh, somehow he’d gotten me, too.
Two men at once. It was ridiculous, almost like a strange set up for a sitcom or something.
But, no. This was my life, and it would never end up like a sitcom. Eventually, one would leave, or they’d force me to choose, and I’d be so paralyzed with indecision that they both would get angry and leave.
Hmm. Maybe that would be a good thing. Then my life could go back to the way it was, me zoning out every day, going on with life with no hopes or cares. Right now my mind thought far too much about both men and the feelings they stirred within me.
I hardly recognized myself anymore, some days. I mean, I thought about kissing them, for God’s sake. I thought about their mouths, their hands, their bodies…I wondered what it would be like to be caught under the sheets with them.
Not once in my life had I ever thought about sex, in the way of actually having it. Sure, I thought about it before, but that was always me wondering what the big deal was, why everyone always claimed it made a relationship or broke a relationship, why it was so important to so many people. I’d gone twenty years of my life without having it; clearly, it couldn’t be that important.
“Earth to Bree,” Mason’s voice chimed in, causing me to snap out of it and meet those warm, inviting amber eyes. “You in there?
I blinked. “Yes. Sorry, I was…” I trailed off, not sure what I was doing. Of course, I knew what I was thinking about—sex—but it wasn’t like I wanted to freely admit that to Mason. No, I was pretty sure he would only get the wrong idea.
Or he’d get insanely jealous because he’d think I was only imagining myself with Calum, which I wasn’t.
“It’s okay,” he said, picking up the clue that I did not want to say anything about it. “We’ve been going at this for a while, now. We could call it quits for the night.”
My phone sat on the floor beside me, and I checked it. For the time, not for any missed messages from Calum. It was just after five. Mom would be downstairs, figuring out dinner, and Dad wouldn’t be home until seven since it was his late night at work.
Mason began to pack up the papers, a small grin on his face, as there usually was. Such a cute, eternal grin, it was permanently imprinted in my brain. That grin popped up any time I thought about him, any time I pictured him, and it was something that would stick with me, long after he moved on.
When my bedroom floor was all cleaned up, he zipped up his bag and turned that grin on me. “Hey,” he started, the grin dimming somewhat, “I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow night.”
Tomorrow night was Friday. If there was one thing Mason