At least that part of my life is over. Rolling out of bed, I walk downstairs to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee going.
My stomach growling spurs me into action, there’s nothing to eat in my house. I doctor up my coffee with lots of cream, but not sugar, and take it upstairs with me to get dressed for the day.
I grab my phone to look at the weather for today, here in Florida the weather can go from hot to cold in a matter of twelve hours. Today will be nice and breezy, but by the evening it’ll be chilly out.
Looking down at it as I walk towards my dresser, I almost drop my phone. There on the screen is a message from Mason, smiling I read what he sent.
Mason: Good morning, Sunshine. Meet me for lunch?
I think about how I want to respond, we both felt a pull towards each other. I just wasn’t sure if it was one sided, but after yesterday, I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I go with my gut and take the plunge and respond back.
Me: Morning, sure! I’ll be ready in ten minutes, where do you want to meet?
I see the dots appear that’s telling me he’s typing back. The smile that’s on my face today is in full effect and I don’t see it leaving, especially if I’ll be in Mason’s presence.
Mason: Meet me at my house, then we’ll walk down to the restaurant.
Me: See you shortly
I put my phone down and squeal in excitement and then proceed to get ready, brushing my teeth, hair. Then move onto my clothes. I’m standing here in my bra and panties trying to decide what to wear. I finally decide on a pair of ripped up jeans along with an oversized long sleeve shirt. It hangs over on one side, leaving my other shoulder bare except for my bra strap that shows.
Once I’m done, I grab my phone and head downstairs to finish the rest. I don’t even care that my stomach is nonstop growling, as if it’s dying for food. Which I mean, it is, but Mason Carter is what really has my stomach in a state of butterflies.
I grab my purse, throw my phone in it, take my keys off the hook by the front door, and slide my feet into a pair of deck shoes.
The pep in my step doesn’t stop the whole time I make my way to Mason’s place.
4
Mason
After surfing with Rome and Heath, it cleared my head, it gave me a sense of what my next step with Quinn would be. When we all got out of the water, Rome was the first one to say, “Fuck, you’re going after Quinn, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am. That gonna be a problem?” I retort back.
“Not for me, but Summer may give you hell. Her and Quinn have gotten closer the last six months. Even when she was away, they’d FaceTime and text half the day away.” He acts like it’s a burden when he and I both know Summer having Quinn as a friend is a good thing.
“I’ll take care of little sis, but just tell her, I know Quinn’s the one I want,” I grunted and turned to leave.
“Fuck you too? I’m gonna be the odd man out now,” Heath complained. I smiled but continued on walking towards my house, unzipping my wet suit as I walk along and leaving the top half open and pulled down to my waist.
After texting Quinn, I grabbed a quick shower. By the time I was out, she responded back. When she said she was only a few minutes away, I knew I needed to get my ass in gear.
I quickly make up my messy bed, throw some jeans and a tee shirt on, and then make my way downstairs to pick up the extra glasses and crap I left laying around during the week.
It’s a wreck, “Shit,” I mumble out. There’s no way I’ll get this all cleaned up before Quinn gets here. But I’ll get what I can done. Starting with throwing away the empty water bottles, pizza box, and then loading the dishwasher.
I’m just closing it when I hear the doorbell go off, I look around one last time and hang my head in shame. Sure, I have a cleaning service that comes in every other week, but Mom would kick my ass if she saw how bad I’ve let my house go right before Quinn came over.
“Hey,” Quinn says as I open the door.
“Sunshine,” I murmur out, and as soon as she’s inside the house, I engulf her in my arms. I feel her sink into the hug and exhale a deep breath. This right here, this isn’t just what I want, it’s what Quinn needs too.