Ashlyn
Mason was my big spoon when I woke up the next morning. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night, but I’m happy to be snuggled up with him. If I didn’t have to pee, I would stay like this all day. I tried to unwrap Mason’s arms from around my waist, but he pulled me closer to his chest.
“Mason, I need to pee.” I giggled, and he lifted his arm off of me. I ran to the bathroom to do my business. When I entered the room again, I rested against the door frame, watching Mason. He had rolled onto his stomach, snuggled into his pillow.
My mind wandered to someone else seeing him like this, waking up beside him after making love all night. I couldn’t help but feel jealous of him showing anyone else affection. I know it’s irrational since we are literally staying in my ex’s pack, b
