Quitter

Laina

He watched me, and I continued stroking his hair. Benji and Rick moved away from the sofa and spoke in hushed voices off in the hallway by the bathroom. I could feel the urgency between them. They were angry. Frustrated. Trapped. There was nothing any of us could do to make this any better. Mason had to just suffer through it.

I looked over my shoulder at Benji and Rick. Neither of them was paying any attention to us. So I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Mason’s. He smiled when I pulled away. “What was that for?”

“I needed it,” I whispered. “It was for me.”

“I need another one.”

I leaned forward again. The second kiss was tender. His lips were warm and soft, a stark contrast to the stubble along his jaw. I could smell the musk of his cologne along with the coppery scent of his blood. When we parted, I continued raking my fingers through his hair. Every time he blinked, it was harder for him to open his eyes.