Nine days later, Mason stares at her, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, as Alex shoves him back against her bed and quite literally pounces on him. She feels his arms wrap awkwardly around her as she nips at the pulse point to the right of his throat, just beneath his jawbone, then presses her lips to it and begins to suck, fully intending to mark him as her own. And she totally does not wonder, in the back of her mind, if Juliet ever does this to Justin, because it seems like such a vampire thing to do.
"Wow, I'd heard American girls moved fast, but I didn't know they meant this fast!" Mason says, sounding a little breathless. "Er, is this still part of the whole 'whirlwind romance' montage, then?"
Alex chuckles despite herself, and releases her lips from his throat with a wet smack as she sits up, straddling him.
"New montage," she says, grinning evilly down at him as she flips her hair over her shoulder. "Only this one involves a lot more Vaseline on the lens, and bow-chikka-bow-bow music."
"Bow-chikka-bow—?" Mason frowns up at her in confusion, clearly not getting the reference. Understanding dawns across his face a moment later, though, when Alex's hands set to work on undoing his belt. "Oh! Well, then...I do think I'm going to enjoy America."
"Dude, you ain't just whistlin' Dixie," Alex smirks, as she pulls down his fly and slips her hand into his jeans.
Because, seriously...Justin who?