I want you to stay

I want you to stay by sassy

I stopped in front of Mason's apartment and took a deep breath as I glanced at the cupcakes in my hands. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea, I hadn't seen him or heard from him in not only what feels like forever but it actually was forever, and the more I thought about it the more I was afraid he could be busy or simply not want to see me. Before I could change my mind I knocked on the door I had been used against so many time as I tried to keep a normal face while I slowly counted to ten in a lame attempt not to freak out and run back to my apartment.
The door finally opened and I jumped a little, hoping that he wouldn't notice as he looked at me with a brow raised. "Scar?" He asked, looking surprised while I wondered if he had gone blind.
"Trick or treat?" I asked and offered a small smile, feeling myself blush like an idiot.

He let out a small laugh that warmed my heart and my whole body immediately, "I don't think that's how it works." He pointed out like the smartass he was as he eyed the cupcakes.

"Oh well I never liked conventional things." I shrugged nonchalantly and forced myself to act confident, praying that he didn't have any company. "Are you going to invite me in or what?"

He smirked his charming smirk and shook his head, opening the door further for me, "Do you need an invite now?"

"Apparently." I shrugged again and walked past him as I glanced around quickly. The tv was on and there were no panties on the floor so I guessed it was a low key night for Mr. soft porn. I spun on my heels as I offered him the box I was holding. "Save me from eat them all." I said as I sighed dramatically, being silly always being easier than being serious for me.

He laughed again as he led me to the kitchen, accepting the gift if you could call it that and tossing his head over his shoulder. "Did you make them?" He asked, amusement in his low naturally sexy voice.

I nodded, surprised myself that I could make something edible. But I had had a lot of free time since I had cut the party time and Brooke was always more than willing to show me how to cook without killing anyone in the process. "Believe it or not but yes, I did."

He raised one eyebrow as he set them on the kitchen island and we took a seat one in front of the other. "Are they poisoned?"

I bit back a smirk, trying to act as normal as I could even if it was hard. I mean, Mason and I had never been friends, we had spent months hooking up and then, I didn't even know why, we stopped...it was just weird. And what was even weirder was that I missed him. "It's a risk you have to take if you're brave enough to eat one." I said eventually.

"Just one? I believe I counted ten in that box," Mase smirked at me, his face giving away nothing while I wished I could read his mind. But then again, I would probably read nothing of what I wished for.

I shook my head quickly and grinned, "You're sharing those so don't get too attached."

His eyes landed on my lips, getting darker for a moment, and he opened the box up to take out two cupcakes, "I've never been good at sharing."

I snatched one of them from his hands and laughed softly, "Then I should feel honored that you're sharing with me."

He looked down at his empty hand and then flicked his eyes up to meet mine, "You've really left me with no choice."

"Shut up and eat your cupcake," I bit down on my lip, finding myself happy just to be there with him but I also had this bad feeling, as if I knew that this night wouldn't bring us back to whatever we were and that he probably already had a long line of girls waiting at his door and I was just one that had skipped the line once but got out of the same door anyway.

"Yes mam," He peeled the wrapper from the cupcake and took a bite, keeping his eyes on me as I stared back at him, taking my time to appreciate his handsome face.

My finger dipped into the frosting and I brought it up to my mouth to suck on it. "Well?" I asked after he swallowed.

He shrugged, "Not bad. I've had better."

My mouth fell open and I grinned as I tried to act offended, "Jerk."

"I meant you," He clarified with a straight face. "I've never had anything as sweet as you."

"Are you trying to flatter me?" I asked in a silly tone, eating my cupcake as I kept staring at him. It was as if I hadn't looked at him for too long and now I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face. God he was so handsome and sexy.

He licked his lips and smirked, "I don't know is it working?"

"You forgot to add that I'm calories free too." I winked at him before breaking into a chuckle, feeling giddy and peaceful like I hadn't in a while.

At that he laughed, shaking his head, "Right. I might have some memory issue since it's been so long..." He trailed off, leaving me once again wondering where his thoughts were.

Silence filled the room as we both ate, my eyes looking at the cupcake in my hand as I licked the frosting away. "I miss you." I said eventually and out of nowhere, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. It wasn't like I didn't mean it, actually it was the opposite, I really did instead and I was afraid I'd look like a fool.

His head snapped in my direction and he looked as taken aback as I was. "You miss me?" He echoed my words and I was positive that I was blushing because I felt my face getting hot all over.

I nodded my head and ate the last bite before forcing a silly expression that hopefully wouldn't give away how serious I was instead. I was getting myself into a thing that didn't even make sense, it was a conversation that was just...useless. Damn my mouth. "You know, hanging out, screaming your name...stuff like that." I said in a playful tone, trying not to make it sound like a big deal when it kind of was for me instead.

"Stuff like that huh?" Mase grinned back at me. "I feel used."

"I said hanging out too," I smirked and bit down on my bottom lip. "Plus I made you cupcakes, so if anything, you should be thankful instead."

"Thank you Scarlet," He said in a low voice, the kind that showed where his intentions were.

I lifted a brow, "For the cupcakes?"

"For that. For coming over," He shrugged nonchalantly, "For wearing what you're wearing," He added, sounding more like himself as he eyed my legs.

I raised one eyebrow slowly and smirked, knowing the look on his face as I guessed that if this was I could get from him tonight I wouldn't complain. I was still probably luckier than any other girl who got to get into his bed. "I'm wearing an onesie." I pointed out, having a hard time not laughing.

"And you know those are my fave." He said as his grin got wider and he stood up, leaving me wonder what his next move would be or of there would be any at all.

I kept biting my lip as I shot him a significant look, mostly being silly though because I didn't know what else to do. I had told him I missed him and that was it. "I went here with a mission." I said as I faked a straight face even though I had no idea of what I was talking about, it was all not to leave any silence fall between us, also I felt oddly nervous as I watched him walk to the fridge to get a bottle of water. I felt trapped, like I didn't know what to say, I wanted to kiss him and just not talk but even that sounded like an impossible achievement dued to my hopefully temporary idiotic state of mind.

I shrugged, setting my elbow on the counter as I looked at him. "I'm wearing nothing underneath it." I said eventually and it was true, even though that wasn't part of my plan. I didn't even have a plan, I just never slept with underwear.

"Should I ask you to prove it?" Mase grinned, twisting the cap from the bottle of water as he kept his eyes on me.

I let out a quiet laugh, "You can ask, but I'm not sure you'll like my reply."

This time he laughed, shaking his head at me, "Do you want anything to drink?"

I leaned into the counter and grabbed the bottle from his hand, "We can share." He lifted a brow at me instantly, my cheeks turning a light pink since sometimes I felt like a moron around him, "Thanks by the way."

"Anytime," He said slowly, still grinning. "I missed you too. Hanging out, you screaming my name, stuff like that," He added with a genuine smile on his lips, making his words sound nonchalant.

I processed his words, made treasure of them, because no matter how at the end of the day they wouldn't change a thing, it was still better than nothing. I was tempted to go on and ask him why he had disappeared, why I hadn't heard from him in so much but to be completely honest I didn't know if it was a good idea. We barely even talk about serious stuff and, even though I wasn't good at reading Mason's face, I could tell that the expression he was wearing wasn't one of a guy who was willing to talk. Not that it surprised me. So I decided to do the only thing I did decently. "Good thing I came over." I said eventually in a teasing tone.

"You surprised me." He admitted, his smile still in place as he nodded.

"Good, that was the point." I smiled back as I stared at him, growing uncomfortable as the seconds passed. "What were you doing?" I asked, trying not to leave even a second of silence and already planning my exit strategy.

"Just relaxing." He answered with a shrug, "Work today was...intense."

I raised one eyebrow at him slowly, already imagining him banging some girl on his desk more than filling paperworks. "It happens." I commented drily, not really having anything else to say about it because I didn't like his job and it was no mystery. Also, it wasn't my business anyway.

"Are you still working at the bar?" He asked instead, leaning against the stupid kitchen island which was still currently keeping us at distance. I couldn't find the heart to get closer, to make a move, I was too afraid I'd get rejected.

I bit down on my lip as I nodded slowly, "Yes. Not as much as I used to though." I paused to smile a little, "I got another job, as a dancer."

"Really?" He asked, his smirk widening.

"Not the kind of dancer you're thinking about." I smirked back at him, knowing that he was probably imagining me dancing half naked around a pole already.

"I know," Mason snorted back and grinned, crossing his arms in front of him. "Congratulations. I know that was what you really wanted to do."

I gave him a small nod and smiled more genuinely, "Thank you."

"So is that why you've been MIA?" He lifted a brow at me, surprising me completely. To be honest I wasn't even sure he had noticed how long it'd been since the last time we spent some time together.

My eyes widened slightly and I was completely taken back, "Me?"

"Yes," He grinned, playing it off nonchalantly. "I haven't seen you in a while... I was wondering what happened to you. I was starting to get worried."

I opened my mouth and closed it again, needing a few moments to think about what I was going to say because if I followed my instinct? It'd probably end up saying something stupid. "Nothing happened to me." I said eventually and, when he didn't say a word, I went on, "Actually, I was wondering what happened to you instead."

He raised one eyebrow, looking at me like I was talking nonsense or maybe my nerves were playing stupid tricks on me. "I've always been here."

"But you never called." I said hurriedly, this time not being able to bite my tongue or filter my words.

"Neither did you." He said back as he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes on me and mine on his but I swear I had no idea of what he could possibly think about. I could just hope that this conversation wasn't annoying him.

"True." I nodded because yes it was true but also to humor him. You never called guys, or at least I didn't, unless he was your boyfriend and this wasn't the case. "I guessed you would though...then I thought you were probably busy." I added, letting out the part where I had imagined him with one million different girls.

"I told you that I'm never too busy for you," Mason smiled back at me.

I rolled my eyes but the smallest of smiles landed on my lips, "So you've been busy with work? More lawsuits or are all of the naked women just a distraction?"

He kept his smile in place, even though it looked a little forced, "Hilarious. When did you start your new job?"

"I'm surprised you care so much about it," I said point blank, for once speaking my mind but regretting it a second later.

"Do I come off as heartless?" He asked back and blinked at me. "I don't know what you want from me Scar, but I was starting to get used to having you around."

"You mean having me in your bed." I corrected, getting defensive because I was growing uncomfortable in this discussion.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes too, "I'm not going to complain about that part, but it was more than that... is that how you think of me? An expendable fuck buddy?"

"No." I shook my head, my face a serious one now because what it might have started like that, but it turned into another thing, whatever it was. "Of course not Mase." I added in a lower tone as I tore my eyes away from his, glancing down and feeling like an idiot.

"Then what?" He asked, his voice quiet but dripping frustration.

"What do you mean?" I asked back as I finally brought myself to look into his eyes again, wondering what exactly he expected me to tell him. Sure we had spent months hanging out, sleeping together, but we had rarely gone out, never talked about it, then it all went away. What was I supposed to think, if you added that his reputation wasn't the best one too? He had always been nice to me, but I was aware of how he wasn't the relationship kind of guy.

"What do you think of me?" He asked simply, his body motionless as he looked at me.

I shrugged, not sure how to say it myself. "I don't think you're heartless..." I trailed off, taking time, "But you're impossible to read and even though I know it wasn't just about sex I don't know what to think, I didn't know when we still used to hang out and surely I don't know now after I haven't heard from you in forever. If I hadn't come over tonight I probably wouldn't have seen you until we would've casually bumped into each other."

Running a hand up the back of his neck, he scratched his head and looked at a loss of words. "I would have called you," He said eventually.

"Yeah?" I raised a brow and looked skeptical. Months had passed and he hadn't called, how much longer would have taken? Years?

He walked over to where I was sitting and wrapped his arms around my waist loosely as I pushed my legs further apart to make room for him to stand. "Yes," He replied and lowered his head to kiss me, making my heart skip a beat.

I grinned against his lips, "When?"

"Why didn't you call me instead?" He asked, surprising me because at least I was the one who made an initiative by coming here tonight.

"Because you're a man and it's the gentlemanly thing to do," I shrugged, my eyes gazing into his so intently.

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm no gentleman," He said flatly and seriously, breaking into a grin when I rolled my eyes at him since that was a lame excuse. "Stay the night with me?"

A sigh escaped my lips but I was happy about his offer anyway. "You're right about that. You don't waste any time," I said in a low voice, guessing his intentions were of the typical variety.

He shook his head, "I told you that it's not just about the sex with you Scar...I just want you here."

I bit down on my lip as I stared at him, tempted to ask him what it was about instead, wishing he could put into words what I couldn't. But I knew better and I didn't want to push my luck. "Doing what?" I asked instead, the tone of my voice soft and playful because I was awful at serious talking.

He shrugged and moved his hands on my hips, his dark eyes still on mine, "Eating, watching a movie, talking...anything we've always done before." He answered quietly.

"No sex on the menu?" I raised one eyebrow at him, not believing that his intentions could be so innocent and I didn't want them to be either. Sex was one of the things I liked with him, along all the others.

"Are you complaining already?" His expression matched mine, only he added his charming grin too.

I shook my head as I ran my hands down his hard chest, "I'm staying." I said, part of me knowing I would no matter what he could offer because after all those weeks spent missing him all I cared about was being able to be with him. I was starting to sound pathetic, thank god it was in my head only.

"Good." He said simply and tilted his head down to place a kiss on my forehead, one that left me wrinkling my nose.

I broke eye contact in favor of looking at my fingers as they played with the neckline of his t-shirt, knowing that there was one thing I really needed to ask him but also knowing that I didn't have the balls to do it while looking at him. "Are you going to disappear again?"

Silence filled the room for a bunch of seconds and I guessed that I took him aback. His index finger reached for my chin to tilt my head up, a shiver going through my body only for how intense his eyes were when they met with mine again, "Are you?" He asked back, always too good at deflecting.

"No." I answered in a heartbeat, holding my breath since I was nervous all over again, "I really like you Mase." I confessed, feeling like an idiot yet I needed to say those words out loud.

He grinned at my words. "I know," He replied and slipped his hands down to my ass, cupping it as he lifted me off the chair and started down the hall for his bedroom.

A glare met my expression as I kept my eyes on him, not bothering to break the eye contact, "Are you sure? You seem clueless instead."

"I like you too," He replied and tilted his head just slightly before pressing his lips against mine. He leaned me back against the wall and deepened the kiss, that sexual chemistry between us always crazy intense.

Moaning against his mouth, I broke the kiss to breath. "What happened to it not being about sex?"

"We're going to watch a movie and spoon, but I wanted to kiss you first. Are you complaining?" He grinned at me again and kicked his door open with his foot, walking me over to the bed and laying me down in the middle of it.

I adjusted my body on the bed and missed his touch instantly when he straightened himself, but I kept my eyes on him. "No." I sighed, part of me frustrated because I didn't even get an answer out of him and the other part mad at myself because I wouldn't ask anything else and I'd stay, only to torture myself later when I wouldn't be with him anymore.

"Good." He smirked at me as he peeled his shirt off, making me roll my eyes for how ridiculously sexy he was. "What was that for?" He asked with an amused expression on his handsome face.

"I was doubting we'd just cuddle and spoon but now? I'm sure we won't." I answered and rolled over onto my side, sliding my hands under the pillow as I looked around Mason's room, thinking about how long it had been since the last time I had been here, still it felt so familiar, like it was just yesterday.

The weight of his body caused the mattress to flex and a second later he was reaching for me and pulling me to him so that my back was resting against his chest, "It's hot in here, I'm not trying to seduce you." He said and even though I couldn't see him I knew he was smirking, "Not yet." He added, pushing my hair off my neck with his nose before kissing my skin gently.

A shiver ran through my body as I bit down on my lip, grateful for once that he couldn't see my face because I was sure that right now it showed all the confusion I felt in my chest. "What are we watching instead?" I asked quietly.

"This Is The End," Mase answered me, his fingers flexing across my stomach.

A low groan escaped me since that sounded like the type of movie I couldn't pay attention to for more than 3 minutes, "That looks stupid."

He laughed and pressed against my chest to guide my body even closer to his, "I missed you."

I tilted my head to a side and grinned up at him, a smile on my face since those words were so precious to me. "So you've said," I replied with a raised brow before grabbing the controller out of his hand and flipping through a couple channels before settling on Catfish. He propped himself up enough to press his lips back against my neck, placing soft kisses along it as he breathed in my scent. My head tilted back against his chest and my lips parted as my eyes closed. "Mase..."

"Just cuddling," He replied with his lips still on my skin. "What are you dressed up as anyways? A big toddler?" He asked, fingering my zipper, tempted to give it a pull I was sure.

I blinked at him, debating if laughing or rolling my eyes. "What are you dressed up instead? Big Jim?" I asked back instead with a grin.

"Big Mase instead." He laughed as he pulled the zipper down, just a little, enough to bare the space between my breasts, "I've been working out." He added in a whisper, pressing his lips behind my ear.

I sighed quietly and turned in his arms since it seemed pretty obvious to me that there was no way we could watch tv, not when he was so sexy. But then again, he always was. "It shows." I said with a smile, setting my hands on his hard chest and meaning it because I didn't know if it was because I hadn't seen him in a while, but his body seemed even more muscular than the last time.

"Don't you like the show you picked?" He asked as he broke into a wide grin, his hands now trailing down my back to stop on my a.ss.

"You're distracting me." I sighed and left it at that, closing my eyes as I leaned my head against his shoulder and hid my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his addictive scent.

"Are you okay?" Mason asked, making me wonder why he was asking. Too much thinking again.

I nodded against him while he moved his hands slowly up to my lower back, "I am now."

"Tired?" He asked this time, and even if I wasn't looking at him I knew for sure that he was smirking, I could tell from the tone of his voice.

"A little," I responded in a whisper.

He tilted his head to kiss the top of mine, holding me while the TV was the only sound in my room. "Why don't you get some sleep," He suggested, something that I was dying to do, mostly when I'd be so peaceful in his arms, but at the same time I didn't want to sleep yet because I wanted to enjoy his company a little more.

My body vibrated against his as a quiet laugh escaped me, "I wouldn't be a good guest if I did."

He shrugged, "As long as you're still here in the morning."

"Of course I will..." I trailed off as I smiled, trying to focus on the moment instead of worrying about the future, "Are you afraid I'll disappear?" I added in a playful tone.

"No." He smirked back at me then faked a serious expression, "Or should I?"

I shook my head as I nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent once again since I was addicted and wrapping my arm tighter around his strong torso. "I promise I won't sneak out while you're sleeping." I said and closed my eyes as a grin curved my lips.

I felt his chest vibrating with a chuckle that filled my ears a second later, "Good." He paused, "Are you getting cuddly now?"

"Yes, I love when you cuddle me." I admitted in a whisper, moving my hand up and down his side as my fingers traced his ribs, "And spending time together." I went on, almost in a daze because this felt just too good, "I like many things about you."

"Do you?" He asked quietly, his body motionless against mine and I wondered what he was thinking but for once I didn't really cared. My own thoughts were killing me and I needed to say them out loud.

I nodded against his chest and nuzzled against it before lifting my head, my eyes fluttering open to look at him, "I care a lot about you, this wasn't in my plans...but I think that I'm falling for you." I said eventually as I held my breath, scared of how he could react but knowing that I couldn't go on ignoring my feelings.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a genuine one, not the kind that I used to say looked creepy, still staring at me while my cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. "You're falling for me?" He repeated, sounding like he was buying time which wasn't usually a good sign.

I nodded my head and hid my face again, this time cuddling up to him and nuzzling his neck. "Mm," I mumbled against his skin as I considered to pretend falling asleep since I didn't know if I could face him while he said it wasn't the same for him.

"I feel the same way," He said quietly, running a free hand through my hair.

I peeked up at him again, "Are you falling for yourself?"

He grinned at my joke, "I'm falling for you instead," He replied and kissed my lips slowly.

I kissed him back, my lips lingering against his and, when I looked into his dark eyes, they curved into a smile. "I'll keep that in mind." I said in a whisper before laying my head back down against his chest, not sure about that to say next. I was happy, really happy, because his words were what I needed to feel a little more secure. I wasn't the only one who had feelings and even though I still had no idea of what we were or what we would become I was content with the little confession I got out of him. After all being honest for once had been worth it. Silence fell in the room, making me wonder if I had said the wrong thing. When I tilted my head to peek at Mase's face again, he was looking at me with a brow raised. "What?" I furrowed my brows at him.

"That was a weird answer." He commented quietly.

I bit down on my lip as I shook my head, "It's not really. You don't talk that much about your feelings-" I cut myself off when he parted his lips, then cut him off too by going on. "I know. Neither do I." I admitted and he nodded in agreement, "There will be moments when you won't be with you and I'll need those words to feel better." I explained, feeling like an idiot, but maybe I was since I meant that.

A smile widened his lips as he looked at me in a way that sent a shiver straight to my spine, "It makes sense now."

"I hope so. I don't even know what I'm saying around you half of the time." I sighed my confession, we never had had any problem with words, but only when it wasn't about ourselves. As I kept my eyes on him though, I couldn't help smiling, it didn't matter how many doubts I had, how many questions were still unanswered, right now all I cared about was how happy this guy was making me. "Sorry I'm silly." I added in a chuckle before nuzzling his neck again both because I loved how he smelt and I loved hiding against him too.

"I like that about you," Mason grinned, reaching for my head and angling it back up until our eyes were on each other.

I parted my lips slightly, still smiling as he tucked my hair behind my ear carefully, as if he might break me. "What else do you like about me?" I asked in a soft voice, setting my chin against his chest and looking up at him with wide and innocent eyes.

"Are you fishing for compliments?" He asked instead of answering, his grin only getting wider as my cheeks flushed.

"Maybe. Is that so bad?"

He let out a laugh and pulled my body on top of his, dropping his hands down to my ass, "Can I start with how sexy you are?"

I nodded my head slowly, "Go on."

His hands kneaded my booty, "The way you look when you're riding me..."

I bit down on my lip while his eyes moved hungrily to my zipper and the cleavage that was exposed. "Mhmm," I mumbled, it almost sounding like a moan.

"Your breasts," He said next, moving a hand to pull the zipped down to my belly button and setting his palm flat on my stomach, inching it up to cup my breast.

"What happened to no sex tonight?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, knowing his intentions.

"Oops."