The pain in my shoulder wakes me up during the night. Mason is sound asleep next to me. As quietly as I can, I get up to search for some painkillers.
“Why are you moving?” Mason groans with a voice thick of sleep.
“The pain is killing me,” I admit and sit back on the bed, cupping Mason’s face. “I am just getting some medication, then I’ll be back in bed.”
“Let me get it,” Mason gets up. “It will make me feel helpful.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” I close my eyes and lay back, grateful that he is getting the pills for me.
“It means that I feel useless because I cannot take away your pain,” he hands me a glass and two pills. “I hate to see you like this. I want this to stop, Megan.” He climbs back into bed and pulls me closer, kissing me on my neck. “I don’t want you barefoot and pre
