Mr. Possessive [Undergoing Edits!]

•~•CHAPTER 20•~•

"Pervert!" I scream back, slamming the bathroom door shut and locking it before he can stop me. I hear him run into it and giggle profusely, quickly hearing his own chuckle from the other side of the wood.

"Go away! Let me get ready!" I yell out between giggles, backing away from the wood and moving to heat up the shower.

He groans dramatically and then I hear his receding footsteps as I strip down. The bathroom quickly begins filling with steam from the heat of the shower. Just the way I like it.

I step under the running water, closing my eyes happily at the way it further relaxes my muscles. After cleaning, I make sure to shave in preparation for my cocktail dress. When I'm satisfied, I step out of the cubicle, dry off, and then wrap myself in one of the hotel's fluffy robes.

"Babe, unlock the door so I can shower. We're supposed to leave in 20 minutes," Mason pleads, knocking against the door.

"I have to blow dry my hair! And the dryer is attached to the wall in here!"

"Then stay in here while I shower. I don't care. I just have to get ready." My face flushed automatically at the idea.

"No Mason! That's so...awkward. Just wait!"

"Baby doll, I love you but that doesn't mean you are good at getting ready on a time schedule. We both know that after you finish blow drying, you're going to style your hair, and you're going to put on makeup, and everything else you do. I just want to shower," he groans, stressing out the last syllable in 'shower'.

I groan, ignoring the nervous twist in my stomach as I unlock the bathroom door. He's already stripped down to his boxers and yet he forgot to remove his smirk. Rude.

"Shut up," I mumble, trying to pretend I'm not blushing.

"I didn't even say anything!" He defends.

"But you're doing stuff!"

"I'm not doing anything," he retorts, but contradicts that by walking towards me slowly, gradually backing me up against the counter.

"You said you had to shower." My voice is light and airy as though I'm completely breathless. My eyes are already zoned in on his lips and they close when he brushes those lips gently across mine. He pulls back after the light touch and his smirk widens when I try to move to reconnect them.

"You're right."

He moves away abruptly and I have to withhold a whimper from escaping my lips. What a tease!

"Enjoy the show, baby doll." He starts removing his boxers and I cover my eyes immediately with a squeal. I can hear him laugh as the shower starts up again. The cubicle door closes softly and only then do I peak one eye open.

I sigh in relief upon realizing that he was covered.

After gulping in a few needed deep breaths, I move on with my routine.

Mason steps out of the shower after I finish with my hair and begin my makeup.

My eyes snap shut again as he walks out. "I have a towel on my innocent little baby," he mocks, walking up behind me and wrapping me against him. We make eye contact in the foggy mirror and he gives me one of his rare, genuine smiles.

His lips lower to my mark while maintaining eye contact and he peppers little kisses all over the sensitive skin. I lean against him for support, relishing in the humming mate-bond.

"I love you Sage," he whispers against my skin. I smile adoringly and turn in his arms to face him directly. My arms wind around his neck as I bring his lips to mine.

"I love you, my Mason."

With one last kiss to my nose, he gently pulls away from me. "Finish getting ready. I'll be in the bedroom changing."

I mutter an okay, watching him leave. I don't know how I ever survived without him. Even the doorway separating us feels like an immense barrier.

It's moments like these where I know without a doubt that I can't ever live without him. Moments where my heart constricts at the distance between us, no matter how great. Moments where nothing feels as though it can even begin to compare to my love for this one man. Moments where I feel as though I lack basic function because he isn't by my side to give me confidence.

That man is everything to me.