Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,44
doesn’t even bother me. After being skinny with no figure for all of my life, it’s nice to have some shape to me.
Not wanting to get upset I cross the hall to the bathroom to get washed and changed, ready to get this day over with. Oh, and to get some food before Max purposely tries to eat it all. Although, after this past week, since I agreed to move in officially, Mason has been the one pinching my food. Just the other day I was eating some tikka wraps that I made when he walked in, took a huge bite out of one, leaving me with just a mouthful. I shrugged it off trying to not let it bother me, but then he did it again when I made more. He has also tried doing it over the week when we’ve had dinner, pinching little things or wanting a taste. I swear he’s so lucky he has balls at the moment, because I was determined to ruin them a few days ago when he pinched the last slice of pizza. Before him it was Max. I was eating a lot of sweets the first week I was here and he had a tendency to help himself, telling me sharing was caring.
Walking over to the house, boxes are stacked up outside the front door on our little makeshift patio. It’s kind of cute.
I walk in without knocking (I mean, it is my house now. Kind of) I turn right into the living area where I’m thankful to find the sofa already there. Mason, with help from Harlow when I was living at my Nan’s and my brothers helped decorate the house the way I would like it. It still amazes me that he was that sure of me moving in. But he did.
The front room is painted a warm brown and green, the sofa the same colour brown with green shaded cushions. The rest of the place is decorated with similar matching green ornaments and the TV... huge. Not that I expected any different in a blokes house. I’ll never understand why they have to have them so big. It’s not like they’re going to see anything that the portable TV can’t.
“Wow. It looks amazing in here,’’ I voice out loud.
“Thank God. Mason has been on my back worrying,’’ Harlow giggles standing up to give me a hug. “You okay? You’ve been sleeping a lot more lately.’’
“Yeah I’m doing okay. I think it’s just the heat, but it’s starting to cool down now so the sleeping should ease up. Hey, what are you doing?’’ I shout when I see Mason mooching through a box with my name on it.
“Um... what’s it look like?’’
“It looks like you’re going through my personal belongings that I’m pretty sure on the other side says do NOT open unless you’re Denny,’’ I tell him, raising my brow. The box is filled with diaries, and other personal items. So you can understand my panic if he ever read any of them or saw what I have stashed at the bottom. I’m pretty sure the last three diaries which are from over the past three years would give him a heart attack if he ever read them. They are all about him, my fantasies about him and my overactive imagination on what our life would be like together. Yep, totally creepy, especially when you add what I have hidden at the bottom. I don’t even want to imagine the things he would think.
“Well I didn’t see your name,’’ he snaps, having the audacity to blush.
“Now you do need to get your paws out of there,’’ I warn, and then jump when a voice startles me.
“I hope you didn’t wake fucking Denny up brother. I’m not having her eat my.... oh, hey Denny. Shit... I was just telling Mason that I hope he didn’t wake you up because I was going to bring you a plate in bed,’’ he says stuttering, his eyes pleading with his brothers behind me to help.
I shake my head feeling deflated. Am I that big of an eater that they’re all scared I’m gonna pinch their food and eat it?
Whatever!
“I’m not hungry anyway,’’ I lie and move to sit down on the sofa feeling ready to burst into tears.
“What the fuck, Max?’’ Mason snaps, walking up to his brother and smacking him across the head.
“Sorry man,’’ he groans. “It’s okay Denny. There’s plenty of food to go around for all of us.’’