"Getting ready for prom?" I asked putting a potato chip in my mouth.
"No, what the f**k?... That's for nerds" Mason said fixing his shirt.
"Yeah, I heard man-w****s prefer strip clubs," I said crunching on the chip swinging my legs.
I had been sitting on the kitchen island for ages, watching Mason do his everyday routine, it was amusing to see someone such badass do house chores.
"Don't f**k with me," he said pressing his lips tight together with his teeth, trying to button up his shirt. As he was doing that, I stared at the deep dimple forming on his cheeks and his green eyes concentrating on the button.
"I don't think I wanna do that" I smiled stuffing my mouth with another chip.
"Ha ha funny, Butterfly," he said not even looking up for a second.
"You are f*****g helpless, come he
