that's where blue skies meet the sunrise.
When Mason O’Rear opened her eyes she knew she’d been asleep for a while. The tightness in her muscles and the taste in her mouth sold her out. But when she looked around the room she was in, she noticed she wasn’t at her apartment. The bare walls and crisp sheets told her it was the apartment of a man. And the picture of four blonde boys told her it was Jordan’s. She got up and put her feet on the ground, but let her upper body fall back onto the bed.
She listened to the sounds in the other rooms and giggled slightly when she heard cursing and sizzling. The smell of frying bacon and fresh pancakes made her stand up again and walk to the door. She stopped and backed up to look in the mirror. And she was glad she did. Her hair was sticking up and her makeup was running. She dampened her fingers and ran them through her long hair, and under her eyes and in less than ten seconds, she was pleased with her appearance.
Mason opened the door and laughed. Jordan Staal was leaning against the counter with his thumb in his mouth.
“I burned myself.” He whimpered. The look on his face made something come over Mason and before she knew what she was doing she pulled his hand out of his mouth and kissed the burn that was now developing on his thumb.
“There. All better.” She whispered, looking up into his eyes. He put his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, kissing her forehead in the process.
“Jordan?” He closed his eyes and savored the way his name drifted off her tongue. It sounded almost like a prayer.
“Yeah?” He croaked out.
“Did you mean what you said last night?” He closed his eyes tightly, almost tempting the world to break this moment. The night before came into view in his mind’s eye. The way the sky darkened when she told him how she was sick. The way her body fit perfectly curled up next to his. The way he promised to be there to take care of her. And the way he meant every word he said that night.
“Yes.” Mason closed her eyes. They stood there for an immeasurable amount of time. Jordan’s arms wrapped around her tiny waist, his chin on top of her head, her head in the crook of his neck and they both realized the same thing.
They were getting attached.
And that frightened the both of them a lot less than they thought it would.
keep commenting y'all! probably gonna put up the next chapter tonight.