Scarlett

Waking up with the warm of the sun hitting my face felt nice. I snuggle closer to my pillow entangling my legs on it.

Huh?

My eyelids flutter open for me to be facing Mason chest. The occurrences from last night come to my mind and I look down to see his arms still wrapped at my waist, and our legs entangled on each other.

I look at his sleeping face. His lips slightly parted and plump, his hair messier with some strands on his forehead, and the way his jaw flexes every time he gulps, or the way his chest is going up and down with each breath, in a sothing way.

Gosh, I wish I could be this perfect and hot sleeping. He could just get up and go to the market, while I would need to go to the hairdresser first.

Really, God has his favorites.

And... I need to pee.

I try to move out off his grip slowly. I want to let him sleep since he doesn't do it much.

Of course Mason being Mason his grip is strong and he shifts grunting, pulling me closer.

Sighing I tap his shoulder. Nothing. I tap his cheek, calling his name softly, he just frowns.

If I pinch his ass will he kill me?

Trying one last time before sentencing myself to death, I tap his nose calling him again. When he just frowns more I stretch my head and kiss the tip of it.

"Mason." I kiss it again, making him scrunch it up.

Cute.

"I need to pee, Mason." He just shrugs grunting, not letting go of me nor opening his eyes.

Well, I tried. Put in my grave that I love strawberry pie.

I pinch his ass, making him groan snapping his eyes open. I grin. He sighs deeply through his nose rolling on his back, so half of my body is on top of his.

"Morning kitten." He croacks out with his sleeping voice that it's hotter than the sun.

"Morning. As much as I like being like this I need to use the bathroom."

"Bummer." Mason rubs his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

Hot damn.

He finally let's go off me and I rush to my supposed bedroom, to pee and take a shower.

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Earlier Mason entered my room saying that he wants to go to the pool. So I'm heading downstairs with my black bikini and a black t-shirt above.

Going down the stairs of the terrace I spot Mason seating on a lounger, with his phone.

"Hi." I seat next to him putting my phone and sunscreen on my lap. He smirks at me. "Kitten."

"Mason." I mock in a man voice, that's not slightly near to his sexy one.

He scoffs. "I don't talk like that."

"Does it looks like I care? Thought so. Now put me the sun scream." I'll hand him the bottle and he just looks at me so I add a sweet smile. "Please." He narrows his eyes, but opens the bottle never less.

I take my shirt seeing how his eyes run up and down my body, making heat spread through my insides. "Eyes up here Matteo." I smirk at him and he mirrors it, signaling me to turn around.

He massages it on my skin, slowly, with his large hands making me sigh. He goes to the curves of my waist, trailing up until he's on my sholders. I bit my lips to prevent a moan.

He grabs my throat gently, turning my face to him, pecking my lips. "Done." he winks at me, making me smile, thanking him.

Swoon there a little though.

I finish spreading the cream to the rest off my body while he takes his t-shirt, making me almost drool at his physical, and goes to the border of the pool. Soon I feel myself getting splashed with water.

Gasping, I look at Mason to see the grin on his face, and his hand on the pool, ready to splash more.

The fucker.

"Do that again Mason Xavier, and I will feed your balls to the wolves."

"It's your loss anyways." He shrugs coming closer. "Nah. I can find better around."

"Oh yeah?" He asks, eyebrows raised, smirking. I just nod.

In a flash of a breath he has me thrown on his shoulder going to the water. "Mason no! I take it back!" I yell making him laugh.

Asshole!

"Sorry kitten." With that he throw us both in the water. My feet hit the bottom and when I surface I wipe my eyes, hearing him laugh. "Stupid!" I splash water at him.

"C'mon kitten. Your reaction was priceless." He continues to chuckle and I swim towards him, putting him on a headlock.

"You know what would be priceless? You're drowning on accident." He laughs more, easily escaping my attempt of a headlock.

He's just too big and strong.

"Why so violent this morning? First pinching my ass, and now murdering me."

"You wouldn't wake up, and I needed to pee." He chuckles, putting his hand on my hips, rubbing sothing circles with his thumbs.

He's distracting me! I want to be mad at him!

"You're cute."

"Do I look like a dog to you? Dogs are cute I'm amazing, hot, fun-"

"Yeah yeah, we get it." He rolls his eyes smiling. The million dollar smile!

"You should smile more. I like your dimples." His face goes blank at that and I pout. "Nope. Just to make you suffer." I just stuck my tongue at his stubbornness.

Since we were so close, he licks his tongue on mine, grinning after. So I, as the mature person I am, lick his lips.

He groans cupping my ass pulling me up, so my legs are wrapped around him, my arms on his neck. He slams his lips onto mine, bitting them. I open my mouth without hesitate, moaning when he's tongue massages mine, exploring my mouth.

I run my hands through his soft dark hair, earning a throaty groan from Mason. He pulls apart slowly, both of us breathing hard.

"I race you to the end of the pool. Looser makes lunch." Smirking he let's go off me. I gasp going behind me.

He won.

The rest of the day was pretty much it, we hanged out on the pool, making out or splashing water, and teasing each other.

It felt nice and I felt genuinely happy, not just distracted from sadness. I think that's the difference between Mason and everyone else. I can feel really happy with him, whatever we're doing.