Mason
To say I’m a ball of nerves is an understatement. I’m far from being a virgin, I went through a rebellious stage after leaving Siara and before I met Chloe, but I might as well have been with how shaky I’m feeling at the moment. The thoughts running through my mind of all the possible things Siara might be wearing tonight, paired with the strain of self control I’ve been exerting trying to resist her has me harder than a ten foot steel pole.
It doesn’t help that Phillip keeps shooting me sly looks since he and Siara arrived back from her shopping trip. I know what those looks are about because I caught sight of a familiar lingerie shop’s bag amongst her other purchases. It has me tense for a bit, wondering if he got to see her in whatever she bought, but the look of pure irritation
