The rug has been pulled out from under me more times this year than in my entire life. Mason makes me feel things I’ve only read about in romance novels, and the fact that my reality is better than fiction is terrifying.
But I trust Mason more than anything and believe in the relationship we’re building together. I can’t stop the smile on my face, nor do I want to. He makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.
Mason: I miss you already. Skip work and come back home. I’ll make it worth it ;)
Chuckling at his message, I blush and bite my lip. I hadn’t even made it down the block, but I have no doubt Mason would make a day of playing hooky worth it.
Sophie: I just left! You haven’t had time to miss me yet.
Mason: Then why is my dick hard already?
Sophie: That’s a really good question, considering you snuck in the shower with me this morning!
Mason: You liked it :)
I chuckle and roll my eyes then put my phone down when the light turns green. That man is insatiable.
Feeling more like myself and on cloud nine, rehearsal goes smoother than ever. The fall recital is soon, and I’ve memorized each piece by heart. The director even came up to me during one of our breaks and praised me for doing so well. He tells me how happy he is to see the passion back in my eyes. His words have me nearly skipping to my car afterward. It’s no secret my therapy has progressed very well these past few months, but I certainly didn’t do it alone. Mason has been by my side the entire time even when he was giving me space. When it didn’t feel like I was getting better, I’d read my previous journal entries, and it reminded me of how far I’ve come. For the first time, I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be, and the timing is finally right.
Since Mason always works later than I do, I decide to text my sisters and see if they’d be up to hanging out. I know Lennon works until four, and Maddie has dance practice, but perhaps we can squeeze in a couple of hours of sister time afterward.
Sophie: Can we meet up tonight? Lennon’s house? 5:30?
Lennon: Sounds serious…everything okay?
Maddie: I have a life, you know. Two hours notice is not very much for me…
Sophie: That’s fine. I’ll just tell Lennon all the juicy news. See you at 5:30, Lennon!
I’m totally messing with her, knowing that’ll get her sassy ass in gear.
Maddie: No, you will not! You better wait for me and tell me every detail!
Lennon: Wait? Is this for sex gossip? Not fair, I can’t drink!
I chuckle at Lennon’s crying emoji.
Maddie: Me either!
Sophie: More alcohol for MEEEE!
I send an emoji with a tongue sticking out, and they both send back angry faces.
Lennon: I gotta pick up Allie from Mrs. Locke’s, and then I’ll be home!
Sophie: Great! I’ll bring dinner!
Maddie: Chinese food for me!
Sophie: You’re not even coming, Miss Too-Popular.
Maddie: Shut up. I’ve been waiting three years for this story! Pick me up!
I send an eye roll emoji, and Maddie, the mature sister, sends an eggplant in response.
Once I’m home, I head upstairs to quickly freshen up. I look around the bathroom and notice Liam’s dirty clothes in a pile. Ugh. He’s lucky I love his slobby ass so much. He left yesterday morning for work, and I’m not sure when he’ll be back this time. Grabbing his crap in my arms, I walk to his bedroom and throw them in his overflowing hamper. Deciding I’ll be nice this one time, I grab the basket and take it downstairs to the laundry room. He works so much, and if I don’t clean his clothes, he’ll start attracting flies.
I reach into the pockets of his jeans and empty them out before shoving them into the washer, and in the third pair, I find a receipt and a gambling chip.
What the hell?
The receipt is for sixteen thousand dollars, and the chip is worth five hundred dollars. Even stranger, it’s from the Bellagio. Liam never said anything about being in Sin City. He’s always traveling for work and could’ve made a pit stop, but that’s a lot of money to win in Vegas. Wouldn’t he tell us or want to celebrate or something?
Deciding to ask him about it later, I put all of the crap from his jeans on the kitchen counter after starting the washing machine. Then I text Hunter and ask for his Chinese food order and head out to pick it up.
Sophie: I’m hanging at Lennon’s house for dinner. Stop over if you aren’t working too late. I’m bringing Chinese and could grab you something for later? :)
Mason: Hang out while the three of you talk about our sex life? Think I’ll pass on that one ;)