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Lily When I got home, I ran upstairs, thankfully my dad was on the phone and didn't have time to ask ten thousand and one questions like I was positive he was going to ask me I slammed my door shut, and began to pace my room. He loved me. Mason loved me. Those words had broken and shattered all my defenses with ease. It had taken everything in me not to say the words back, and a little extra to get into his far and drive away. I was sure he was going to be here soon, and I honestly didn't want him here. My phone suddenly rang, and when I looked down at it, it was Taylor. I answered on the third ring. “He told me he loved me!” I blurted out without thinking as soon as I picked up the call. “Who told you he loved you?” “Mason, who the fuck else?” “Oh my God!” I couldn't see her, but I could tell her eyes were wide, and whatever snack she was eating was probably hanging mid air on her hand. “I know.” “What did you say?” “I ran out of there, what was I supposed to sa

Mason:I knew she was uncomfortable seeing me here, and that was the last thing I wanted to do, but I was going crazy with stress and anxiety knowing I had told I logef herz and she hadn't said it back.The fact that she had taken my car was also the perfect reason to come here“So, Mason. How did you enjoy the tour?” Mr Houston asked as he set his plate in front of him.“Oh, it was a blast. New York is still a little too busy for me though, but I had a lot of fun thanks to Lily. At least for the most part.” I said, looking over to her. She was not amused at all.“I can understand that. But only weaklings hate New York, are you a weakling son?” He asked, and I shook my head.“No, sir.” Lily was glaring at me.“Damn sis, did I do something wrong?” I asked, deciding to tease her just a little.She glanced over at her father quickly who was plucking something out of the fridge.“Get out!” She muttered.“That would be rude, don't you think?”“Make up an excuse.” She counted.“I'm not mak

Lily:I didn’t even hear the knock over the sound of my own heartbeat. The kiss had been so intense and reckless that the world outside my room had stopped existing. His hands were still on my waist, my breath still mingling with his, when the sound came again, loud and sharp.“Lily! Mason! Are you kidding me right now?” Taylor’s voice rang through the door, full of irritation and disbelief. “Dinner is getting cold, and your dad just asked me to come get you two. So unless you both want to explain why you’re up here, I’d suggest you get your asses downstairs.”Mason and I froze like two guilty teenagers caught red-handed. I stepped back immediately, trying to breathe like I hadn’t just been kissing my stepbrother like my life depended on it.“I’m coming,” I called out, my voice embarrassingly shaky.Taylor groaned. “Yeah, you better be.” She stomped away, muttering something about hormones and bad timing.Mason chuckled quietly, brushing a thumb across his lip. “Guess we should listen

Mason:I watched as Lily left the room, trying to ignore my arousal.Fuck! I ran my hand through my hair.She was resting, but it was fine.I wasn't here for sex. I was here for her, and sooner or later, I will get her back, and she will finally be mine.I was going to do everything in my power to.I quickly took my suit off, and jumped in the shower.I was still hard as rocks. After the shower, I took my phone from the bed, and texted her a simple hey.Me: Nice job bringing Taylor stay.She texted back almost immediately.Lily: I told you that nothing is going to happen between us ever again.Me: So the passionate kiss was your way of saying goodbye.Lily: I hate you.Before I could reply, she sent a message “Lily: I hate that I want you, that you've made me a mess.I stared at the message, my heart thumping in my chest.Me: stop fighting us, Lily. Please.“Lily: Good night, bro.I stared at the last message for what felt like forever and then sighed.We are going to happen Lily, w

LilySleep refused to come.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. His stupid calm face, that infuriating smirk, and the way his shirt clung to his chest like it had a personal vendetta against me.I tossed to my side, then to the other. The clock blinked 1:47 a.m. back at me in the dark.Why couldn’t he just leave?Why couldn’t he act normal, like a regular stepbrother who didn’t make my stomach twist every time he was near?I shoved my blanket off and pressed my palms over my eyes. This was ridiculous.I could hear him moving downstairs, the faint sound of footsteps, the squeak of the old couch springs. He was probably perfectly comfortable, while I was up here losing my mind.“Probably because you can’t let it go either,” my brain whispered.“Shut up,” I muttered to myself.Taylor should’ve stayed. At least she was a distraction, loud, dramatic, and always full of chaos that wasn’t mine. But no. She had to run off to her mystery date, leaving me alone in this house with him.And D