Once we got back to the house, I went upstairs towards my bedroom and closed the door. I needed to take a shower and wash the lake off my body. Although I'm still embarrassed about what happened earlier, I'm starting to get over the situation all-together. I know that Sofia only does this to get to me, and me being angry is giving her just that.

I'm now in front of the mirror inside my bathroom, my bare feet on the cold white tile below me. I can't help but look at myself in Mason's shirt. It was big and felt loose on me, but at the same time it looks almost as if it fits my body perfectly.

The tear on the bottom of the shirt makes me reminisce about him wrapping the fabric across my cut. I turn around slowly and inspect myself one more time before taking the shirt off. The warm comforting feeling disappeared just as I lifted it above my head.

I look at his shirt in my hands, and before I can think about what I'm actually doing, I lift it up against my nose and breathe in his familiar scent that's starting to grow on me.

What the fuck am I doing?

I quickly snap out of it, and fold his shirt before placing it on my bed. I know I enjoyed wearing it but it isn't mine.

I disinfected my cut and wrapped a bandage along it, wincing at every slight move before I stepped into the shower. My toes flinched as they couched the cold marble shower floors, but I welcomed it. After such a long day, a shower was needed.

I turned the dial and closed my eyes as the water soaked down my skin. I quickly bathed myself and scrunched the water out of my wet brown hair. Just as I lifted up my arm to grab my towel, I realize I forgot to grab one.

"Shit." I curse to myself. My body is dripping wet and I'm starting to get a little cold, fuck.

At least I'm only in my bathroom, it's not like I have to run across the hall to get to my room. I slowly tip toe out of the shower, and head over towards the door, my body leaving droplets of water on the floor with every move. I open the bathroom door slightly and peek inside my room, all clear.

I take my empty room as a sign I should walk out, and hurry out the bathroom door.

Almost there...

My hands grab the white towel off my dresser the moment my bedroom door swings open. I jump back, startled at the sudden intruder and drop the towel.

I stand there in shock as Mason's green eyes slowly eye me up and down, taking in everything that's in front of him.

"Well this is a nice surprise." He says with a cheeky grin on his face.

I can feel my cheeks turning red with embarrassment as I quickly grab the towel and wrap it around my body.

"What are you doing here?" I snap, trying to change the subject.

I can't shake how humiliated I feel. I can only imagine the thoughts that are in his head right now. I'm sure he'll find some way to sneak it into a snide comment or rude remark. The thought of it makes me feel more self-conscious with every second that passes.

"I'm here to get my shirt." He says as if stating the obvious.

I walk over to my bed and retrieve his shirt, holding it out for him to take. He slowly takes it from my hand, his long fingers brushing against mine and I ignore the feeling it gives me.

"You know, if you grip your towel any tighter you'll suffocate." I sigh at his words, and instinctively grip my towel tighter as his eyes still lay on mine.

"What's the big deal? Nothing I haven't seen before." My mouth gapes open from his words. I know he's seen me naked before but that doesn't give him a free pass.

"And something you'll never see again." I reply. He lets out a small chuckle under his breath and steps closer to me.

"I can see you naked whenever I want." The words roll off his tongue and I quickly gulp down the saliva in my mouth before answering.

"E-excuse me?" I stutter.

"This makes it the second time I've seen you naked now." He takes another step closer to me and I feel my heart pounding inside my chest. "And I have a pretty distinctive memory."

"Is that so?" I ask, holding my ground. He takes one last step towards me, my body now leaning against my wall as I'm trapped between it and Mason. Our faces are so close together that his breath tickles the top of my nose.

Why does he always do this? I wonder if he knows what him being so close to me makes me feel inside. He leans in, his mouth inches away from my ear.

"Practically photographic." He whispers. I fight the urge to let out a moan, and continue to stand straight acting like his words don't faze me.

I shift awkwardly in front of him as I remember how naked I am under this towel. He takes his hand up and grabs my hand securing the towel around me.

"You don't need to hide." He says, "Not from me." His voice sends vibrations throughout every bone in my body.

I watch as he looks down at his T-shirt in his hands, and back at me again.

"Here," He says, holding his shirt out in front of me. I hesitantly grab it unsure of what he's trying to say.

"Keep it." He finishes, before taking one last look up and down my body, and walking out my bedroom door.