FIFTY SEVEN – MISUNDERSTOOD CONFESSIONS

MIRA

“Bathe with me.” He says confidently like he hasn’t just made a declaration that has my heart spilt all over his thousand dollar shirt.

All traces of sleep departs from me and I stare at him, transfixed. He looks serious. Dead serious.

“Is…is this still part of the challenge? Getting me to fall in love with you, I mean.” Because if it is, unfortunately for me, that ship has long sailed. I need to know where all this is coming from.

For a moment, Mason says nothing. He simply stares at me, those stormy grays causing havoc to my raging nerves.

“Do I look like I’m joking, little flower? Challenge aside, I’ve decided that I want you. I need you with me every single fucking moment.” My breath hitches. “You’re not there for five seconds and I suddenly can’t breathe properly. I remember that whatever is going on here is temporary and I want to smash something against the wall.” He pauses, his chest heaving rapidly. I have never seen him so…worked up.

“ I think I’m obsessed with you, Mi