It takes me a couple minutes longer to undress than it should, and when I pull Mason's shirt over my head the safe feeling I felt with his arms around me resurfaces in my gut. I haven't worn it since we were at the swimming hole. I think a part of me has been afraid to wear it in case he sees me, or Jessica does. I know he gave it to me to wear, but it seems so intimate.

Now I know what Mason meant when he told me sleeping with someone is too intimate for him. Initially, the response from him confused me, but now I understand that there's some things we just aren't ready for yet. And to be honest, I don't know if we ever will be.

This whole night with him has been a rollercoaster to say the least. I remember when Felix called me Mason's girl right in front of him, and he never even denied it. Maybe he was too wrapped up in what Felix said afterwards, but either way there are too many mixed signals for me to handle.

Mason takes a little longer to come back into my room so I take the time to quickly brush my teeth before he returns.

When I walk out of the bathroom I go over to the full body mirror hung up on the wall of my room and inspect myself wearing his shirt through the reflection in front of me. It still hangs just above my knees and makes my body seem even smaller than it really is in it.

My eyes flick over to the tear at the bottom. I remember him using some of the fabric to tie across my cut, his hand brushed against mine and my skin tingled from his touch.

That day wasn't even that long ago, and yet it feels like a distant memory.

I snap out of my rambling thoughts when I hear my bedroom door creak open. I tear my eyes from the mirror and see Mason step into my room and look at me.

His body freezes at the sight of me, and I watch as his wide eyes roam up and down my body. He nearly drops the glass of water in his hand and my body shifts with how deep he's staring into me.

"Where are your pants?" He asks me, his voice hoarse.

I look down at myself and realize how I must look to him. I'm in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties.

"Oh, I uh, I'm too hot to wear sweatpants so I put them back in my dresser."

Another thing to blame the alcohol for. I'm starting to think like it's beginning to wear off, but my body temperature still feels as though it skyrocketed, and Mason's eyes on me isn't helping the situation.

He quickly pulls himself together and cautiously walks towards me. The tension in the air is still thick, and I get this distant feeling from him that I can't shake. It feels like neither of us know how to act towards one another.

Twenty minutes ago we were screaming at each other and now I feel lost on what to say to him.

"Here, drink this." He hands me the glass of water in his hand and I quickly thank him before walking back over to the bed and taking a seat.

Between the alcohol and the incessant yelling that took place my throat is dry to the core. I practically gulp down the water in front of him and I see Mason's eyes soften as he watches me.

"Have you seen my phone? I need to text Jessica and tell her I left." I say as I place the cup on my nightstand. She's probably worried sick, I wouldn't be surprised if my phone has blown up with millions of calls and texts by now.

"I already did."

I bring my head up to face him and my mind goes to all of the things he could have told her. With the amount of alcohol she's probably ingested by now I doubt she'll be able to connect the dots, I just hope Felix didn't say anything to her.

I still feel bad for leaving her at the club, but at least Corey and Dom are there to make sure she stays out of trouble.

"I just told her that you were starting to feel sick so I took you home. And then she texted back telling me that's only because you're such a lightweight." He tells me, and I laugh.

It's the first time I've laughed since being with him tonight and it feels as though the sound may have been powerful enough to break the ice.

"Where's your makeup removing shit?" He asks and I look at him questionably and point to my desk.

"Over there."

He stalks over to the desk and I watch him examine everything in front of him. He looks like a lost little boy trying to find the exact thing he's looking for, and I try to hold back a smile. He nearly reads every single product label on the desk before finally finding the makeup wipes that were right in front of him the whole time.

I bite my lip to refrain from laughing as he huffs out loud from his stupidity. He walks back over and sits a few inches from me on the bed. The mattress shifts as he repositions himself so he can fully face me.

He pulls a wipe out and I reach over to try and take it from his hands but he moves it away.

"No, let me." I almost fall off of the bed in shock and he continues, "I don't need you poking out your eye with one of these."

"Mason, they're makeup wipes, not a pair of scissors."

He ignores my comment and brings his hand up to my face. I assume he's not used to being told no, it seems like whenever I try to tell him not to do something it only makes him want to do it even more.

He rubs the damp towelette across my cheek and I mentally praise myself for not wearing too much makeup tonight. His eyes follow his movements as he wipes the makeup off my face and I stare at him in awe.

Mason, the angry man with tattoos is sitting here in front of me wiping makeup off my face. I can't believe the sight in front of me.

He looks so focused, taking every inch off and I can't help but giggle as he rubs it across my nose. His thumb caresses my cheek under the wipe and I instinctively lean into his palm. The gentle touch only leaves me craving more, even though I know tonight isn't the best time for it.

His eyes lock with mine and he removes his hand from my cheek only to tuck a few strands of my hair behind my ear. The motions he makes are slow, and tempt every inch of me.

But every moment we could have had tonight is ruined after everything that's gone down.

I know it, and he knows it.

"Are you tired?" He asks me.

I feel a dash of disappointment when he drops his hand from my cheek, and I break my eye contact and nod at his question.

"You should go to bed, you look exhausted."

"I am." I admit, as he stands up from the bed.

The mask Mason wears is back, blocking me from being able to read him and I sigh. He walks over to the corner of my room and picks up the small trash bin before walking back and setting it down beside me.

It's clear to me that things are still a bit tense between us, but I can't excuse how he's acting. It feels strange to have him take care of me, and for some reason I enjoy watching it. He almost seems like an expert when it comes to these kinds of things, which I'm sure he is.

I bet Mason has found himself drunk at home more than a dozen times, and I wonder if he's ever taken care of anyone else like this.

I think about everyone else at the club, dancing and drinking right now and for the first time tonight I don't feel envious of them.

In the beginning, I was so angry with Mason pulling me away from all of it, but now I'm realizing that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Stay with me?" I ask him, and he stops what he's doing to look at me, "Just until I fall asleep."

He creases his eyebrows and his lips fall into a flat line. I don't want to push it, I know he doesn't sleep with anyone but I'm hoping he'll let his guard down just once tonight and be with me.

He nods his head while letting out a heavy breath filled with uncertainty and I lay in my bed under the covers as he walks over to the other side. He rests his body on the top of my comforter and holds his arms out so his hands rest under his head while he stares at the ceiling.

Everything he's doing reminds me of us being here four nights ago, and I relish the thought of him laying next to me- only if it's temporary.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself tonight, you practically had all those girls drooling all over you." I say while my body lays on its side, facing him.

I try to hide the jealousy in my voice, but I'm not sure if I've succeeded.

"I could say the same for you, I could see Felix eye fucking you from across the room."

His tone doesn't sound too pleased and it only stirs more confused emotions inside of me. I watch as he speaks and admire the side of his face as he does so.

Everything about him captivates me. He's still dressed in all black; I can see some of the tattoos on his chest from how low his shirt is buttoned up and I gulp at the thought of all these missed opportunities running through my mind.

"Yeah, well I was faking most of it." I admit the truth and shift a bit closer to him hoping he doesn't notice.

He turns his head towards me, his green eyes locking again with mine before he speaks.

"So was I."

My heart skips a beat. The look he's giving me almost pulls me in, and if he didn't speak up I know I would have.

"Go to sleep, Isabelle."

"Plotting your escape already?" I question, and I see his lips curve up at me.

He's right, I should sleep. The alcohol drained every last bit of energy from my body, and my eyes are growing heavier by the minute. But a part of me is afraid to because I know that when I wake up he'll be gone. And I don't know what tomorrow holds, I'm not sure if I'll get the chance to see him or how long it'll take for him to talk to me again.

I just want to cherish this moment.

"You know Mason, you can be a real dick when you want to be." I lightly joke, and a laugh escapes his mouth.

It's a beautiful sound.

It ends too quickly than I would like, and I keep my gaze on him, grinning sheepishly from how content I feel.

"That's the alcohol talking." He says and I shake my head above my pillow below me.

"Hmm I don't think it is." I say, scooting closer. I can't help the yawn that falls on my lips and I quickly try to hide it but it's too late.

"Close your eyes. You'll feel better in the morning."

I sigh in defeat, I know this night has to come to an end and there's nothing I can do about it.

Before I have time to think myself out of it, I close the gap between us and place my head on the top of his chest. I intertwine my legs with his, making myself comfortable and I feel his body stiffen below me.

His whole body turns as stiff as a statue but the sensation I feel from his body so close to mine pushes the thoughts that he might reject me out of my mind. I snuggle my head deeper into his body and hum at how secure it makes me feel.

This time when I feel my eyes start to flutter closed, I let them. Nothing else in the world seems to matter when he's here with me.

I can feel him breathing under me, and the sound sounds like music to my ears.

My whole body relaxes, and I let go of everything so much that I barely have time to realize what I'm saying before it comes out.

"I missed you." I whisper to him faintly.

I hold my breath, trying to process if I actually said those words out loud just now. And before I think of an excuse as to why I just said that, his whole body relaxes under me.

We lie here for a few minutes until he finally brings his arm around me, holding me tightly.

"Sleep well, Isabelle."