Rose
His hands found their way beneath my shirt, crawling their way up to my bra. I feel a shiver down my spine despite the heat coming off his body. This was going too far. I press my hands against his bare chest trying to separate our bodies before I change my mind.
"I'm sorry Mason."
Mason smiles down at me and kisses my forehead. He slowly lifts his body off of mine, but is still straddling me as he puts his shirt back on.
"It's alright."
Looking up at Mason as he gets up to put his jeans back on, it's incomprehensible why I can't get myself to have sex with him. His hair flows in red waves contrasting with his pale skin. Even now that all his clothes are on, I can still see the outline of all his well-defined muscles. He turns to me kind brown eyes crinkled from his smile.
"I just had to stop us before we reached the point of no return" I said, sitting up on my bed to face him.
"It's fine Rose. I just feel bad for you it must be hard to stop once you get started with me" he said winking.
"Shut up, you know taking your hands off me was the hardest thing you've ever done.
"I said throwing a pillow at him. He caught it gracefully, giving me a crooked smile.
"True" he said leaning down to kiss me. It was a quick peck, but it was enough to demonstrate his desire.
"I should probably go anyway. Rest up Hathaway." Mason walks out of my room closing the door with a clink.
"Ugh." Why can't I just like Mason as much as he likes me? He has everything a girl could want and yet something is just not there. That something being a 6'7 Russian God, with long flowy hair and an unhealthy love for the Wild West. Why does Dimitri have to creep into my thoughts every time I'm about to take things to the next level with Mason? He certainly doesn't seem to be thinking about me when he's with Tasha.