YOU GUYS! Loved the response to the previous chapter! Looks like I might have converted some of you ;)
So ah... We only have four more chapters to go *weeping*

Masen lets go of my thighs, his hands sliding down my skin, slick with sweat before he sets me down. My legs tremble from the intensity of my orgasm, hair sticking to my face, but he looks at me like he's seeing the sun for the first time.

"Pack your things. You're coming home with me." He says. Masen looks ridiculously hot right now, although he's only wearing his boots, his hair fucked up from me, tousling it as I clung to him for dear life. His back shines as he bends down to put his pants back on.

"Rude." I scoff, pushing myself off the wall. My back burns from scraping against the wall. It sends delicious tingles down my spine.

"You don't want to?" He asks, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look less fucked.

I hide my smile, because there's nothing else I want to do but go to his place right now, but I just like to play with him.

"Is your sister home?" I wonder, looking for my panties before I remember they're in scraps on the floor.

"No, she's at her boyfriend's." He ties the drawstring of his shorts, that don't match at all in combination with his expensive boots.

"Hmm, yeah. Then I want to," I smile. "I wouldn't want to traumatize her any more than I already have." I chuckle. Masen looks at me and arches a brow before he breaks out in laughter, too.

"You were rude to my sister. Guess I should punish you for that, shouldn't I?" He jokes. I roll my eyes at him.

"Should have fucking told me you live with your knockout of a sister, Masen. How the fuck was I supposed to know that?" I huff, looking through my suitcase for another pair of underwear, and get ready to go take a shower.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe the vigorous family resemblance?" Now that I think about it, he's right. I feel so incredibly stupid for not seeing it: the shade of green in their eyes, the smirk, the confidence …

"I'm really fucking stupid, aren't I?" I cock my head to the side, my cheeks burning red, body in need of some cooling.

"No, you're not and you know it." Masen snaps. He throws me a pair of shorts and the shirt he wore when he got in. I just look at him, then at the fabric balled in my hands. "You were jealous, it's cute. Wear that to repel the other females. Let them know you're wearing my scent. All the time." He grins at me, jade eyes shiny — content. He fucking loves this, messing with me.

"You're rushing me to get dressed while your cum is literally dripping out of me… Can't I at least take a shower, babe?" I ask him. His brow raises slightly each time I call him that, and there's a hint of a smile tugging at his perfect lips. I decide I like it. A lot. Masen cocks his head, stares at me, eyes halting at the apex of my thighs.

"But I like the view, to be honest." He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"I will not sit in a car drenched in cum, Masen." I remind him.

"I didn't take the car. I walked here, Doe." He's keeping himself busy, throwing my stuff in my suitcase like a madman.

My eyes widen.

"It's that close?" I guess I wasn't paying attention to the road when the taxi drove me here.

"Close enough." He says, lighting up a cigarette in the middle of the room. He doesn't even bother to crack open the window. I stare at him until he passes me the cigarette; he lights another one for himself.

"How did you find me, anyway?" I frown.

"Rose called me. She was worried. Said you already left for Miami, but I never even saw you — you ignored me, ignored everyone. I thought you might ha—." He stops right there, but I know what he was about to say.

"I told you I was going to try, I won't try it anymore."

"I know, but you also told me you were coming to Miami. To me, but I had to fucking hunt you down and find you in a hotel room." Masen is angry, agitated. I get it, I really do. I was beyond ludicrous.

"I hope you can forgive me." I stammer.

"Baby, you know I already have." He scratches his neck nervously, biceps flexing.

"Really?" I ask.

"Baby, stop it. Of course. I came out here looking for you, right? I've had fucking panic attacks over you and spent the entire time hacking into your bank statements. If I didn't want to see you, if I didn't want to forgive you, I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to find you." He grazes my cheek with his inked knuckles. I melt into his touch. I've caused him distress, and it makes me feel so fucking guilty.

"Come on, there's someone I want you to meet." He continues, tapping his ashes in the leftover bottle of water by the nightstand.

"I thought your sister wasn't home?" I ask, puzzled.

Masen chuckles. "No, I'm talking about my dog, baby."

"Oh, right."

"I really can't take a shower?" I try again, taking a drag from the cigarette.

"No," he smirks. "I want you filthy when you walk around town with me. Scare the other dudes off." Masen winks and makes my heart flutter. "We'll have a shower at home." I roll my eyes at him, but can't wait — hoping he'll join me. The way he just called us a 'we' gives me hope for a future, our future.

"Let me use the bathroom real quick, and then we can go." I leave my cigarette in the bottle as well, the sizzle when it hits the water loud to my ears.

He agrees, goes to open the window before he settles down on the plush bed, going through his phone until his thumbs fly over the screen.

"I'm gonna text Alice, let her know I'm okay and that I'm bringing you home. She better not come back in the next twenty-four hours."

I nod, and go take care of my business before he drags me down to the reception, settles my bill and takes me out into the world.

I realize we haven't done this before, together as a couple. We're holding hands, relaxed, happy. I'm surprised I don't have to wear a jacket at midnight, and as I look at Masen, I'm glad his favorite city is Miami. I'm glad he lives in the heat. He's bare-chested and smiling, skin bronzed and hair naturally highlighted with more streaks of gold that were hidden in New York. We're like giddy teenagers, him with his messy hair that screams he just had sex; me wearing his shirt, my bra peeking out of the armholes while I clutch his hand.

"You think she'll be jealous?" I wonder.

"Mhm?" He pulls me closer as we cross the street.

"Persephone."

"She knows there is another bitch in my life now, I've told her." Masen winks, and I laugh.

How the fuck did I get this lucky?

You glow differently when you're happy - right?
Thanks for reading :)