"I want to look into your beautiful brown eyes, and see that sweet bewilderment as I stand above you."
Bewildered, it was the perfect word to describe how I felt when Mason kept trying to talk to me. At 26, I was unemployed again and lower than I’d ever been. I met him online while I was asking strangers for casual sex. I was hardly the type of person I would expect someone like him to be interested in.
He was so tightly laced, in control of every aspect of his life. Me? I was a mess who embarrassed myself in front of him more than anyone else I knew. Abrupt, rude, and downright infatuated with him didn’t strike me as highly marketable qualities.
When he didn’t run from me like everyone else I was sure there had to be something wrong. I didn’t realize how right I was.
"The thought of you in knots is incredibly appealing. I’d be happy to tie you in some or bend you in them, whichever you prefer"
That’s how he left me, tied in knots, and unable to find which way was up. I didn’t even know his real name. That alone should have been enough to put me off, but there was something inevitable about him.
It should have scared me when he revealed the truth about his past, and who his family was, but I was in too deep. He worked his way into my blood, and I was forever changed.
He wanted to be a better man and he worked hard to be a better man. I needed to stand beside him, and drag us both into the light. The lure of his utter perfection blinded me, and I didn’t notice there was far worse danger waiting around the corner.
