Mason sat me on the couch in my room and started rummaging through my closet. The need throbbed in me, it was slowly taking over when he started to lift my arms and pull my dress off. I blinked up at him. He seemed cold, hurried. This wasn’t how I thought it would be.
My arms dropped back to my lap and I stared up. Desire was thick within me, blurring my vision. Why didn’t he kiss me? I wanted him to and I reached up to palm the back of his head. Something was shoved down my arm instead. He slipped it over my head too. When he lifted my other arm and pushed it through a sleeve, I realized he was dressing me.
“What are you doing?” My voice was raspy.
Mason tugged me to my feet.
“Wha—?”
He pulled up some pants and I looked down at myself. I was fully dressed, even with socks and tennis
