Heidi and the Wolf

18.

I think it's high time we had a chapter from Mason's POV don't you? Here's chapter 18!

*Slightly steamy warning*

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*Mason POV*

Mason could hear her heart skip a beat at his confession. He shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. If he wasn't careful, he was about to ruin everything he had built with her.

Why had he said that? Why did he admit that he was looking for the one?

Returning to the booth with two drinks in hand, he could see the glistening sheen of watery eyes and immediately felt his fists clench around the glasses, threatening to send shards of glass flying in all directions. He placed them down quickly, breathing deeply through his nose as he sat back down opposite her. She sent him a smile, but it did nothing to calm his racing heart. Had he upset her somehow? Scared her away? Mason's stomach twisted, making him feel nauseous.

Mason went to speak, when the singer in the corner of the bar began to sing an acoustic version of a popular pop song. Surprisingly, Sophie brightened up as she heard the lyrics and she turned around in her seat to get a better view.

"Do you like this song?" Mason asked, glad that she no longer looked as though she was about to burst into tears.

"So am I, Ava Max," she explained. "It...um...I relate to it and I, well, I love her."

She turned around with a bright smile that made Mason fall even more impossibly in love with her. The soulmate bond was one thing, but even without it, Mason thought he would fall for her like no other. He listened carefully to the lyrics of the song, wondering how this song about 'misfits' and 'outcasts' could possibly relate to the beautiful brunette sitting across from him.

Sophie took a sip from her drink and Mason mirrored her actions, taking a refreshingly, long drink from the sharp whiskey in his glass.

"Careful," he heard her jokingly chastise. "I don't think I've got the strength to carry you out of here!"

Mason laughed, "I don't get drunk very easily. I should be the one to tell you that considering your gin is going down like water."

Mason watched as her cheeks flushed pink and smirked to himself, it gave him pleasure knowing he could incite such a reaction from her. He turned his attention to the singer before his animalistic thoughts came to a head and he devoured her right on the table in front of everybody.

"She's good right?" Sophie spoke up and he could feel her eyes on him, as though she was studying him.

"Yes she is. Tell me, any hidden talents?" Mason asked, sitting back in the booth, resting one arm on the top of his seat at shoulder length and the other arm twirling the empty whiskey glass in his hand.

He cocked his head to the side, observing her like a animal would do to its prey, as she tucked her hair behind her ears and fumbled with the question as though she didn't know how to answer.

"Not really, I'm not what you would call talented."

Another hearty gulp of gin.

"I dabbled in a few things in school, but nothing ever seemed to stick."

The gin was gone.

She giggled and Mason raised his eyebrows, he could see the slight sheen to her skin, the flushed cheeks and animated hands and he could tell that the alcohol was getting to her.