ZOE BELL PART 62
At first he was just playing, but then the kiss turned a little rough. His hands were hard on my back and neck, and his teeth were piercing my lips. I tried pulling away, but he held me to him and forced my mouth to move with his own.
I started feeling a little trapped, causing me to panic. I ripped my mouth away from his, and it must have caught him off guard, because he fell on top of me and we both fell to the ground. He attempted to keep kissing me until I freaked out.
"Get off me! Mason!" When I shouted his name, he finally came to his senses and rolled off of me. I scrambled to my feet and glared down at him.
"I am so sorry Zoe! I don’t know what came over me." He slowly got to his feet and kept eye contact with me until I looked away.
"I’m not that kind of girl, so if that’s why you brought me here, you’ll have a rude awakening coming to you."
"I swear that’s not what I was doing."
"Fine. Making out isn’t fun, or worth my time, when I feel trapped and you hold me to you like that." I was almost in tears now, and I felt like such a brat.
He was in front of me now, and his hands were reaching out to me. "I really am sorry. I swear I wasn’t trying to hurt you or offend you. I’m really sorry babe."
My racing heart was starting to calm down, but I was still a little shaky. I don’t know why though. I mean don’t a lot of girls wish they had Mason kissing them like that? Maybe my angelic side is getting to my devil side, and that’s why I’m feeling guilty right now.
I shouldn’t feel guilty though, right? I mean, it was only kissing! Maybe we were getting too comfortable with each other. I could really use some advice right now on my sky rocketing emotions! Zagger was the one I wanted to talk to right now and I started missing him.
I blocked out the never ending apology Mason was giving me, righted my toppled tree stump, and started poking around in the fire with a twig I picked up off the ground.
He sat on his stump and stared at me as if I was going to start yelling at him or something.
"We’re going to have to get a leash for you on the nights a full moon is out."
He let out a shaky breath and stared into the fire. "You think that’s what the cause was?"
I nodded. "Zane told me today that you have trouble controlling you PMS. Do you normally act different on full moons?"
He thought for a minute and then looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "I think we figured out one of your little theories!" I patted his mouth shut and turned back to the fire.
We talked a little more, and I asked a question that just barely popped into my mind. "So, um, what happens to your clothes when you morph?"
He went into a long and boring process about how they magically disappear and reappear in and out of existence. Or that’s what they suppose happens. He admits that he sometimes feels like his fur is heavier in places where his clothes would be baggy on his human body.
"I usually take my shirt off, if I have time, before I transform. This is all probably weird mumbo-jumbo to you anyways though, right?"
"Some of it. I think it’s cool mostly though."
He hadn’t touched me since our. . . incident. . . so I linked my arm through his and held his hand. He smiled down at me and then he looked up and grimaced. "They’re coming back."
Right when I was getting into all his wolf stories/ problems. I kissed hi cheek and stood up to put the fire out. He pulled me away from it and poured something over it. Whatever it was, it put the fire out right away! He linked his fingers through mine and we went back through the sliding glass doors and our bedroom to pretend we were snuggling on the couch the whole time.
It was something else to have his strong arms around me, holding me tight against him, and I remembered other guys that have held me in similar positions, but with not as much effort or desire to actually hold me. Usually their arms were just loosely resting on me, and they felt like dead weights rather than the strong arms of a boyfriend.
I felt my hair slightly move, and holding really still, I felt it again and this time I heard him inhale deeply. Was he smelling my hair? Oh my, he was. Good thing I buy Almond & Shea Butter shampoo and conditioner by Suave!
He sat up a little straighter under me, and I could just barely make out the sounds of Abbie and Cliff getting closer and closer. They’ve been gone for about an hour, and I wondered if Mason planned on taking me for a similar ride tomorrow. I hoped he would.
"Pretend you’re asleep so they’ll go up to their room and leave us alone," He whispered in my ear.
I rolled over on the couch and sort of laid across his lap so my head rested on the arm of the couch and Mason’s arms went around my back and under my head. His hand on my back took up the role of softly tickling me.
It felt amazing as I relaxed myself into my false nap. They were right outside the cabin, and once the motors were killed, they came inside, laughing at something. I felt Mason jerking around, so I assumed he was motioning for them to be quiet. They shut up and quietly went up the spiral staircase to their room where I waited to hear their door close before I opened my eyes again.
Mason’s eyes connected with mine, and I smiled. "Did they just now get back?" We had to play the part incase Cliff was listening.
"Yes, I’m surprised you didn’t hear them come in. They were noisy." He stroked my cheek and I started to really feel tired.
"Should we get to bed?" I yawned, no longer faking.
He nodded and slid his arms under me as he got up. He cradled me and my blanket against his chest as he locked the doors and turned the lights off. He flicked the light on in our room, and gently put me on the bed.
He cleared his throat. "Are you done with the generator?"
I looked at him, confused, but he was looking up at the ceiling, waiting for an answer. He nodded, and went to the sliding glass doors where he lifted a picture and flipped a few switches.
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