"What are you doing?"
"I'm packing," Mason answers with his hands full of clothes and a pained look on his face.
We've been back from the cabin for a few days, the weekend starting tomorrow. Every day after work he's come to pick me up and I've either spent the night at his or mine. It's felt like a whirlwind of the beginning of a relationship neither of us has confirmed we're starting.
For this exact reason.
"Right." I roll over to my buzzing phone on his nightstand.
I barely got out of bed this morning before he started gathering up clothes and toiletries. I knew he had to leave for the Superbowl but it doesn't make me any less sad. I've felt good this last week, I've felt like we could make it work. But now at the first sight of what life will be like together, we're right back where we were before it all fell apart and I don't know how to stop it.
I unlock my phone to texts from both Clara and my dad. Clara is asking me if we're still on for dinner tonight to which I reply yes, I will definitely be needing a drink or two. I answer my dad's question about what I need at the store before rolling back over to watch Mason.
"Right." He looks up from what he's doing. Our eyes meet and I sink into his covers, bringing them up to my nose so he can't see my disappointment. I don't know how I've gone from completely unattached to stitched at the hip but these feelings are like a plague.
I think I'm falling for this man again.
"You know...I have an extra ticket." I drop the comforter as the words leave his lips. Looking at him in surprise, I raise my brows at what he's implying.
Because I know he's not trying to say I should go with him to his team's Super Bowl. Not after we've barely had enough time just the two of us. Not with everything still so unsure.
"Since when," I replied.
"Since the day you entered my life. You will always have a place by my side. Super Bowl included." His reply is quick and confident.
Alright, heart, you're gone for. I swear he reads a textbook each night on what to say to the person you're clearly trying to win back because that's definitely what's going on here. My heart is already beating faster than normal at the implication he hasn't written me off, even during the time we've been apart.
"I've never been to a super bowl," I answer. "But I work." I ignore his heavy admittance from before and settle on the safe sports topic.
"Well, that's a shame." One of his eyebrows quirks up and his lips sneak up into a smirk. Before I know it he's dropping the clothes in his hands and crawling over to me in the bed. I move to sit up on the headboard, taking in his shirtless body.
"Sure is," I say into his lips when he reaches me.
He wastes no time pressing our mouths together, molding them into one. My hands tangle in his hair while our tongues fight for dominance. Before I get the chance to pull him any closer he beats me to it, flipping me around so that I straddle his hips up against the bed frame.
"Delilah. You're avoiding it." He pulls away, nipping at my lip.
"No, I'm not." I am.
"I know you better than my own brain. You're avoiding saying what you really feel because what you really feel scares you." He brings a hand up to my face, cupping my cheek.
"Tell me." I sigh and lean into his hand.
"I don't want you to go. I don't want to break whatever's been going on this last week." I tell him honestly. Everything has felt so good, so right. All without having to make sacrifices and have hard conversations. It just felt like everything I wanted, and I didn't want it to end.
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I Wish You The Best
Romance"Forever was a simple promise before it became a difficult task" Your first love is always the hardest to let go of, which is why Delilah and Mason had promised each other that after college they'd make it work. Unfortunately for them both, their fo...
