I don’t even know what to say to that. So I don’t say anything. I kiss her, long and slow and deep, hoping that she’ll understand everything I’m trying to tell her without words.
When I eventually end the kiss, she cups my face and looks me in the eyes. “I don’t want anyone to accuse you of keeping me a dirty little secret. You said you don’t want that, don’t want us to be hidden, and I don’t want that either. If that’s the case, if …” She stops and clears her throat. “No secrets. Let them print whatever lies they want to tell about us, paint our relationship as sordid if they want. You and I both know the truth.”
Another long kiss that ends with me rolling on top of her and settling between her thighs. When I can’t take it anymore, I reach for a condom.
Once it’s in place and I’m back where I belong, I nudge at her opening, needing to say one last thing before sliding inside her. “You know they’ll call you my girlfriend, right? Are you okay with that?”
She giggles, the sound dissolving the tension trying to pull my shoulders up to my ears. “Aren’t I, though?” Her hand finds my cheek again, the gesture full of affection and warmth. “If that’s the worst they say about me, I’ll be thrilled. Like I said, no secrets. I am your girlfriend. Which makes you my boyfriend. Right?”
Grinning, I push inside her, stealing her breath and wiping the smug grin off her face. “Right. And now I’m going to fuck you. Because that’s what rock star boyfriends do.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Viola
“You got a text from Kendra,” Mason calls to me from the bedroom. I’m brushing my teeth in his bathroom after a lazy morning of sleeping in, wake-up sex, and room service breakfast. Rest days are the best days, as far as I’m concerned. Especially now. And especially after Mason and I clarified our relationship a few nights ago. I feel more settled with what’s going on between us and happy that we’re on the same page. Some part of me kept waiting for him to get bored and go back to his groupies. But that doesn’t seem to be his intention at all.
“What does it say?” I ask around a mouthful of toothpaste.
He appears in the doorway behind me, his eyes tracking down my back and lingering on my ass as I bend over to spit and rinse my mouth. “Hmm?”
Laughing, I rinse off my toothbrush and put it in the cup by the sink before turning to face him, hand outstretched for my phone.
“Oh, right.” He hands me the phone. “She wants you to come to her room.”
Puzzled, I look at the text to see if it says why. Nope. Just, Hey. Get dressed and come to my room. I tap my finger on the side of the phone for a second, trying to decide what to do. I’d planned on spending the day watching movies and hanging out with Mason. Naked. Finally, I type Why? and hit send.
“You gonna go?” Mason asks, drawing my eyes to him. He stands in the doorway still, shoulder propped on the doorframe, inked arms crossed over his naked chest. God, he’s delicious. When my eyes finally make their way up to his face, he’s smirking. “Do you even know what I asked?”
“Uhh …”
He chuckles and drops his arms, reaching for me and reeling me in. “You should go. See what she wants. I can hang by myself for a little while.”
“But we were going to have naked day.” I can’t quite keep the whine out of my voice.
His lips twitch like he’s trying to fight back his smile, and he gives me a soft kiss. “I know. We’ll resume naked day when you’re done. And I’m quite sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities for naked days soon.” He sucks in a breath, his chest expanding against me, and holds it for a second. “This probably isn’t the best time to talk about this, but Kendra can wait a few more minutes.”
As if on cue, my phone chirps with an alert, and I glance down to see her answer, Just come with an eye roll emoji.
Mason gently takes my phone from me and reaches past me to set it on the counter before returning his hands to my arms. “Our next break is less than three weeks out. Do you know what you’re going to do at that point?”
“Oh, uhh …” I focus on his chest, my eyes tracking over the colorful ink of the abstract tattoo covering his pec, not quite sure where this is going. I mean, I’d hoped to spend most of the break with him, but with the seriousness of his tone and the way he prefaced this conversation, I’m now a little worried he’s going to tell me that he’ll be largely unavailable. “No. I honestly haven’t given it much thought. Between working and spending every spare moment with you, there hasn’t been a lot of time to think that far ahead.”
“Stay with me,” he says quietly. My stomach dips and my heart soars as he tips my face up so I’ll meet his eyes. “I know you said you sublet your place, so that’s not an option for you. The guys and I all have condos in the same building. Blaire does too, actually. Or she did.” He shrugs, his brows drawing together and his eyes cutting to the side as he continues. “I don’t know if she’s sold it or kept it. If you don’t want to stay with me, you could talk to her about staying in her place. That way you’d at least be close by, but you could still have your own space if that’s important to you. I know you
