side of his mouth slid up into a sideways grin.
“On the kitchen counter? The same place we eat from?”
He chuckled darkly. “Precisely my intentions.”
“Fuck, Mason we can’t do this in the kitchen,” I groaned.
“Why not?” he asked before he pulled my t-shirt over my head.
***
The kitchen sex blew my mind and I almost forgot about my cookie dough in the fridge. Mason, who still had his wits about him, reminded me. He pulled the cookie cutters I bought from Target and dropped them on the counter in front of me.
“I don’t want Santa shaped cookies.”
Mason opened the bag and dumped the cookie cutters out. “What shapes do you want? There isn’t a Santa shaped cookie rule, you know.”
I laughed and pulled a few letters from the pile. “I want my cookies to say things like, fuck and ass.”
“Well, it would be the first sugar cookie I ate that spelled out a swear word but I’m game,” he said with an amused look on his face.
So, we did just that. We made inappropriate cookies until I couldn’t stand to look at another and then we went to bed. When I cracked my eyes open the next morning, Mason was absent from bed and I could smell the distinct scent of fresh brewed coffee. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and then let my nose guide me to the kitchen. I passed our mini Christmas tree and noticed there was two gifts underneath. I wanted to investigate but the coffee was screaming my name.
After two cups of coffee, Mason and I exchanged gifts. He loved the guitar strap and couldn’t wait to put it on his instrument. He totally surprised me with his two gifts and I almost cried. For anyone else, a laptop and webcam was a general gift, but to me it was a huge step forward for Mason and myself. He wanted me to be accessible to him while he was on tour and vice versa.
He’d even set up the internet account for the apartment, which was above and beyond. Mason wasn’t the type of guy to show off or try to impress a woman so, when he went out of his way to make me completely happy, it meant something.
Chapter 16
It is very hard to pinpoint the moment my life started to completely unravel. There are so many times I would nominate but, since I’m being honest with myself, I’ll say it was a combination of many different moments. When Mason left to go on tour, I was smiling and waving, but now I know I was crying, screaming for him to come back on the inside. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to navigate on my own, but I didn’t know I knew; until now.
December 2009/January 2010
Mason very nearly begged me to spend the first week of the tour with him and I very nearly agreed. The only thing holding me back was the independent film I’d been working on for over a month. It was my first lead role and the script was amazing. I knew deep down that taking the film was the right thing to do and even though he pouted like a bitch, Mason knew as well.
I loved the two girls I was working with even though they were prone to diva outbreaks. Lynn had worked with both of them at some point and she was the main reason I’d taken a chance and started to spend some time with them when Mason left the day after Christmas.
“Did I tell you I’m going out on New Year’s Eve?” I asked Mason through my webcam.
“No.” He looked concerned. “Who are you going out with?”
“Just a few girls from set. I think Lynn’s going but I’m not sure.”
He looked down at the keyboard of his laptop. “I would be an ass if I told you to stay the hell home, right?”
“Let’s not talk about this now. I barely get to speak to you and our Skype dates are supposed to be fun.” I sighed.
He brightened immediately. “What do you have in mind baby?”
I grabbed either side of my tank top and pulled it up, leaving my breasts bare and in full view of the camera. “See what you’re missing,” I said, giggling.
“This was such a good idea,” he said never taking his eyes from my naked chest.
His phone started to ring and I pulled my shirt down. “You have to go right?”
He blew me a kiss. “I’m sorry, baby. Sound check.”
“I’ll talk to you next