Read Moved for Free Online Page A

feels inclined to do so, after our fight.
    He actually likes the
little critters. They're kinda cute, he says.
    Heaven help me... How
are they cute?
    Maybe he won't even be
home tonight, who knows?
    I'm now concerned
about this possibility, considering his mood when I last saw him.
And I can't even call him, or anyone, because my phone is in my
room and I'm so not going in there. I slide inside his duvet and
lay there, waiting... waiting.... I drift off in a semi propped up
position.
     
     
    I don't know what time
it is, but I'm disturbed by a rush of cold air and a heavy thump at
my side. Followed by a long groan.
    He's back, and alive.
Thank God.
    A little dramatic of
me, I know. But I'm really relieved.
    The smell of alcohol
and nicotine hits me hard.
    I poke his naked
back.
    “ What the
fuck? ” He springs up and his eyes find mine in the semi
darkness. “Shit Kaydee, you scared me to death, and what the hell
are you doing in my bed?”
    “There's a great big
spider in my room,” I explain in a small childlike voice. I know
I'm sounding totally pathetic.
    “It's probably gone
now. Go back to bed,” he says, yawning and flopping back down
again.
    “Where's it gone,
though? It was on my bed. It might be in it for all I know, waiting
to crawl up my leg.”
    “Well I'm not looking
for it now. It's four in the morning for crissakes! You'll have to
stay here. I'll get rid of it later.”
    “Okay, well if you
don't mind,” I reply gratefully.
    “No, I really, really
don't give a fuck. About anything. Now go to sleep. I'm half
trashed,” he says.
    “Mason, where've you
been?” I appeal.
    “At the party. I
needed a drink or ten.”
    I take a deep breath
and make my apology. Half trashed or not, I want to tell him.
    “I'm so sorry. I've
abused your trust, haven't I?”
    “I don't want to talk
about it.”
    “Please... just for a
minute.”
    “Okay.” He leans up on
his elbow. “I'm upset. Angry with you both. Nothing much else to
say really.”
    “Nothing happened. I'm
not sure about him. I'm thinking about it, okay?”
    I edge closer and put
my arm around him and hug him to me. As I look at his familiar
face, deeply shadowed in the dark, his eyes glimmering, and his
dark hair everywhere, messy and unkempt, my heart lurches all over
the place.
    “I don't want to hurt
you. Or lose you as a friend. Because I love you. Please forgive
me,” I plead.
    As soon as those words
are out of my mouth, something changes between us in a heartbeat. I
can feel it.
    He puts his hands
around my face.
    “I love you too.
That's the whole problem.”
    I'm stunned into
silence.
    He loves me? ‘That'
kind of love...?
    I'm guessing,
yes...
    His face draws closer
and I shut my eyes. I'm slipping into a sublime dream. This can't
be happening.
    Not to Mason and
me.
    I forget Jackson in a
second. He means nothing compared to this man. He's my whole
fucking life. I conveniently forget the Barbies and his uncommitted
life plan. If there's a chance here with him, I'm gonna take
it.
    His lips brush mine
and the sun comes out. It's shining brighter than any sun ever
has.
    “Oh God, Mason,” I
murmur. I'm lost in the bright light in my head.
    “So beautiful, and all
mine,” he murmurs back.
    I'm not hearing
this.
    Me, beautiful? And
his?
    I shoot straight off,
into the realms of fantasy as his tongue pushes gently inside my
mouth. I hardly notice the nicotine and alcohol on his breath as I
respond with a pent up, wild enthusiasm. I'm exploding with
feelings. Our hands are everywhere as I drag him on top of my towel
clad body. I grasp his naked backside and run my hands up and down
his back, scraping my nails over his skin in a mad frenzy.
    I desperately want
him.
    “I want you Mason...
please...” I almost sob as I come up for air, gasping.
    “Mmmm, the way I feel
about you,” he groans.
    “I don't understand
all this,” I blurt out in wide eyed wonder.
    “What's to
understand?” he asks. Then he leans across and switches on