Turn Over(124)

“Where is all this coming from?”

I shrugged. “I don’t want to let you go tonight. When I saw you standing by the water I had a choice to make. I could walk away and we’d never get this figured out, or I could do this. I could talk to you. Tell you I want you. Show you how much I’m willing to try.”

“You really feel all of that?”

“I do.” I planted a kiss on her shoulder. “But you have to tell me. What do you want?”

“I don’t want the games either. I can’t be the perfect girl who fits in your romcom scenario. It’s not me. I have too many opinions. We’re going to fight. We’re going to argue about things. Don’t you think we’ll drive each other crazy?”

“I like arguing with you. Keeps things unexpected.” My hand slid up her back. Good God, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had to take a deep breath.

“But what happens when we cross signals again?”

“Then we talk, baby. Just like this.” I brushed her hair away from her face. “We talk.”

I didn’t want to waste another syllable. All I could think about was showing her what she was doing to me. How much I missed her. How I loved making her feel good. I swore if she would do this, I would prove to her I could be trusted. I wouldn’t scare her again. I wouldn’t walk away.

“I want to, Mason. But we’ve already gone so fast. Too fast probably. And when you touch me, I can’t think. It feels like I’m supposed to be wrapped up in you and that shuts my brain off. I want you all over me. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think, but we have to figure it out. I can’t live in this hot and cold world we started. It’s too confusing.”

“Come on.” I shoved her off my lap and pulled her to a standing position. “I want to show you something.”

“Where are we going? I have no resistance where you’re concerned,” she warned.

“I have an idea, but you have to trust me for another five minutes. Can you do that?”

“Maybe I should set a timer,” she joked.

We walked along the beach, the lights of the high-rise hotels coming into focus as we approached. There was a band playing at one of the tikki bars. The reggae music drifted over the dunes to where we stood on the beach.

I halted her, the waves washing over our feet. Sydney looked at the scene in front of us. “I don’t get it.”

“This is what I do. This is my life.” I stood behind her, the towers rising above us. “One day I might own this entire stretch of beach.” The buildings were lit up like Christmas trees.

“Ok. I know you’re ambitious.”

“No, not ambitious. I’m certain.”

“And what exactly does this have to do with you and me?”

I walked from behind her, and stood facing her so that my body blocked her view of the hotels. “Right now I only see you.” I traced the side of her face. “But it doesn’t mean what’s behind me doesn’t matter to me. I need help figuring out how to do both, I guess.”

I could see it. The battle within in. She wanted to say yes, but we had scared the shit out of each other. Things started out too hot too fast, and now we were trying to figure out a way to keep it from slipping away.

“Is this even possible?” she whispered.

“I think so.” I folded my arms around her.

“And what happens with work? None of that has changed.”

“Shh.” I brushed my lips against hers. “Stop thinking and kiss me.”

Her hands fastened behind my neck. “I’m scared, Mason.”

“I’ve got you.” My mouth pressed against her lips.





16





Sydney





I don’t know how he had managed to change my mind. He didn’t just change it. He rewrote everything I had planned. Drowned out every doubt I had. Convinced me we wouldn’t shatter into a million pieces if we stayed together. I looked out at the beach. Mason left a note for me. He had gone running.

I wore one of his button-up white shirts and sipped a cup of coffee. I stretched out on one of the chaise lounges and picked up a copy of Men’s Fit. It wasn’t like I was going to find a copy of Vogue lying around his apartment. I loved how his cologne lingered against my skin from the fold in the fabric. I smiled almost to the point of giggling. I knew I had it bad.

My Saturday mornings since I moved to the island usually consisted of cleaning my apartment, working out, and making a list of things I needed to pick up at the grocery store. Sometimes I drove over the bridge to shop just to make the excursions last longer.

I wondered what a Saturday with Mason would be like. The end of the shirt fluttered with the wind.