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serene...I guess it just stuck. You looked like pure sunshine.”
He shrugged and looked down, like he was embarrassed he’d admitted that.
My breath was caught in my throat, no one, ever, had paid that sort of attention to me. I didn’t know what to do with the feelings I had, so I ignored them.
Dinner was quieter, the only thing that did set us off was the fact that, our waiter did not return to take our orders or deliver our food.
Nope, he sent a young girl, probably my age. Old man couldn’t handle us clearly!
Other than that, quiet. Nice. Just dinner.
Mason paid, I offered half, even though I was actually praying that he wouldn’t accept, seeing as I didn’t have a hope in hell of actually affording it.
Chapter Six
Harper
Driving home, I noticed he wasn’t driving towards my apartment, so I asked him where we were going.
“My house babe.” He replied.
“Um, why?”
“’Cause I need to get changed for work and my uniform at your place is in the washing machine.”
There were a million and one things wrong with that sentence, thought it would be easier to address them one at a time.
“Your uniform, is in my washing machine?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“’Cause it was dirty?” He answered. He masked his statement as a question.
Argh!
“I figured that.” I answered dryly. Then spoke again. “What I mean is, why didn’t you take it home and wash it in your own washing machine?”
“’Cause that’s the uniform I leave at your place.”
“Okay, so why are you leaving a uniform at my place?” Should have asked that sooner, just never got round to it.
“I’m there a lot, makes sense.”
It was clearly moot point, he was leaving it there whether I wanted him to or not. So I tried something different.
“I’m a student Mason, students don’t put just a uniform in the washing machine, it’s a waste of water, electric and washing powder!”
It was a desperate play, I actually felt a bit stupid saying that, but it was worth a try.
“Babe, god, it’s just a wash! And regardless, I put a full-load on.”
“A full load...but how?” I asked.
“Your stuff is in there too.”
Um, hell no!
“You went through my dirty washing? What the hell!” I exclaimed.
His look turned from relaxed, to cocky, arrogant ...punchable.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry though Sunshine, I didn’t put your delicates in, just your tops and that ya know?” He rubbed his lips together a few times, then added in a quieter voice, “Not that I didn’t look. Damn you wear nice stuff. Got hard just thinking about you wearing them.”
“You asshole! You don’t go through girls’ dirty laundry. That’s wrong on almost every level Mason.” My voice came out high pitched and squeaky, so I definitely wasn’t hiding my embarrassment very well. Don’t get me wrong, I had nothing to hide, I just couldn’t believe he’d done it.
“I was doing your laundry! Not like I just went searching through it.”
“Oh fuck it, I never win agai nst you, just don’t do it again. I’m capable of doing my own laundry!”
“ Didn’t seem like it” He replied immediately.
I didn’t resp ond because, well, he was right.
I do the laundry, when I need to. I don’t like cleaning, tidying, washing...none of it! I like clutter and mess and spontaneity and just generally leaving things up in the air and unorganised.
I’m not dirty, just messy! There is a difference and in reality, as long as personally, I’m clean and look good, I just don’t much care about any of the other stuff.
I figured that was why my mind was reacting oddly to Mason being around all the time. That had to be the reason, the fact that everything was tidy and organised. I just wasn’t used to it, that’s all. Couldn’t have been anything else...I was fairly sure.
It must have been about five minutes later when I thought of something he’d said and suddenly snapped in his direction.
“Oh, and don’t picture me in my underwear
He shrugged and looked down, like he was embarrassed he’d admitted that.
My breath was caught in my throat, no one, ever, had paid that sort of attention to me. I didn’t know what to do with the feelings I had, so I ignored them.
Dinner was quieter, the only thing that did set us off was the fact that, our waiter did not return to take our orders or deliver our food.
Nope, he sent a young girl, probably my age. Old man couldn’t handle us clearly!
Other than that, quiet. Nice. Just dinner.
Mason paid, I offered half, even though I was actually praying that he wouldn’t accept, seeing as I didn’t have a hope in hell of actually affording it.
Chapter Six
Harper
Driving home, I noticed he wasn’t driving towards my apartment, so I asked him where we were going.
“My house babe.” He replied.
“Um, why?”
“’Cause I need to get changed for work and my uniform at your place is in the washing machine.”
There were a million and one things wrong with that sentence, thought it would be easier to address them one at a time.
“Your uniform, is in my washing machine?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“’Cause it was dirty?” He answered. He masked his statement as a question.
Argh!
“I figured that.” I answered dryly. Then spoke again. “What I mean is, why didn’t you take it home and wash it in your own washing machine?”
“’Cause that’s the uniform I leave at your place.”
“Okay, so why are you leaving a uniform at my place?” Should have asked that sooner, just never got round to it.
“I’m there a lot, makes sense.”
It was clearly moot point, he was leaving it there whether I wanted him to or not. So I tried something different.
“I’m a student Mason, students don’t put just a uniform in the washing machine, it’s a waste of water, electric and washing powder!”
It was a desperate play, I actually felt a bit stupid saying that, but it was worth a try.
“Babe, god, it’s just a wash! And regardless, I put a full-load on.”
“A full load...but how?” I asked.
“Your stuff is in there too.”
Um, hell no!
“You went through my dirty washing? What the hell!” I exclaimed.
His look turned from relaxed, to cocky, arrogant ...punchable.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry though Sunshine, I didn’t put your delicates in, just your tops and that ya know?” He rubbed his lips together a few times, then added in a quieter voice, “Not that I didn’t look. Damn you wear nice stuff. Got hard just thinking about you wearing them.”
“You asshole! You don’t go through girls’ dirty laundry. That’s wrong on almost every level Mason.” My voice came out high pitched and squeaky, so I definitely wasn’t hiding my embarrassment very well. Don’t get me wrong, I had nothing to hide, I just couldn’t believe he’d done it.
“I was doing your laundry! Not like I just went searching through it.”
“Oh fuck it, I never win agai nst you, just don’t do it again. I’m capable of doing my own laundry!”
“ Didn’t seem like it” He replied immediately.
I didn’t resp ond because, well, he was right.
I do the laundry, when I need to. I don’t like cleaning, tidying, washing...none of it! I like clutter and mess and spontaneity and just generally leaving things up in the air and unorganised.
I’m not dirty, just messy! There is a difference and in reality, as long as personally, I’m clean and look good, I just don’t much care about any of the other stuff.
I figured that was why my mind was reacting oddly to Mason being around all the time. That had to be the reason, the fact that everything was tidy and organised. I just wasn’t used to it, that’s all. Couldn’t have been anything else...I was fairly sure.
It must have been about five minutes later when I thought of something he’d said and suddenly snapped in his direction.
“Oh, and don’t picture me in my underwear
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