Moon God Mates

Confrontation pt2

Mate as in friend? I didn’t think he was Australian. Or like how animals mate? Woah, there buddy. You smell good but take it down a notch. I am not some cheap w***e you can take up to your room and get a blow job from.

Mason is standing there, looking like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and it somehow makes me feel bad for him. But at the same time confirms it’s my latter thought, his meaning of mates is more than friends.

I try to ease the tension in the air, “Look, Mason, I know that we have seen each other more than a few times now, but I don’t think we are at that level.” I want to let him down easily, but not entirely. I am still super intrigued by the guy, aside from his jumping from the hello’s wanting to mate with me like some animal.

Mason's expression changes from angry to mortified in an instant, “Then what do you mean by ‘Smelt’ me?”

Way to turn the tables, now it’s my turn to be mortified.

What did I mean by ‘I smelt him’? Is there any way to explain this without sounding like a total creep?

“Okay well,” here it goes, “this might sound weird,” I warn “but every time I am near you like in the bar or a room” I gesture towards the house, “You give off this woodsy smell, I don’t know if it is your cologne or what, but it is very distinctive and strong.”

He looks at me stunned but doesn't say anything, so I continue, trying to save myself from being seen as a total loser. “Earlier as I was making my way to the restroom, I smelt it. I didn’t associate it with you, well until I walked in on you.” My eyes drift up and down his frame and my cheeks burn red at the mention of our previous encounter.

“Ok, So you don’t knock? You just wander into stranger’s rooms?” Mason looks at me questionably.

“I would usually knock yes, but the smell was somewhat familiar?” I shrug. “I was curious enough to just follow it, I guess.” Someone save me from this embarrassment, I groan internally. Why didn’t I just knock; knock and say what? ‘Oh hi, I smelt you from the hallway?’ Because that’s not weird at all.

He adjusts the collar of his shirt and I think I am making him a bit nervous. Which is out of character for a man like him; who radiates with power.

I take his silence as my turn to ask the awkward question, “What do you mean by us being mates? What is a mate?”

He finally makes eye contact with me, his eyes are a lighter shade right now but still captivating. I have never seen them this close up before. The intensity of his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. We stand in silence. I am not sure if he is coming up with something to say or if he didn’t understand what he meant by mate either, but he looks so lost in thought I want to save him. I want to tell him to forget I even asked but he is cute when he is flustered. I am beginning to lose all of my self-control being this close. It feels like we have a magnetic pull forcing us together. I have to say something or else my body might pull me into him.

I open my mouth to speak but I’m cut off by a familiar voice.

“Lookin’ cozy over here huh guys?” The guy that usually accompanies Mason at the bar walks up with Ana and Ravi on his tail. I jump away from Mason not realizing how close we were standing to one another.

His friend throws an arm around my shoulder, “I’m Cole, Mason's brother. We met at the bar a few times but we left out the formalities.” His brother, I guess that makes since, they do resemble each other in some ways.

“I am Iris, sorry.” I extend my hand to shake Cole’s but instead, he tightens his hold around my shoulders.

“Well Iris, how about we all go inside and play a little game.” He winks dragging me along with him. I am positive Mason is following behind us, by the glare I feel at our backs. I'm not sure who he is glaring at, Cole or me, or why; but somehow I know that Mason is upset.

I don't think too much about the glare because my mind is still in the gutter, and all I can think is that I do not want to play a “game” with Mason and his brother!

***

“I suck at this game” Ana shrieks as she tosses a ball toward the lined cups. She misses, no shocker there, losing us the beer pong game for the second time to Cole and Ravi.

I honestly cannot handle another loss, literally! The alcohol is starting to get to my head. Mason is sitting on the couch near the table watching us; well watching me. I feel his glare on me, but every time I look at him, he looks away. Weirdo; if this was his attempt at flirting it sucks.

“Okay guys that’s about all I can handle, sorry but I’m out.” I put my hands up in a surrender motion as the three players boo me away and another girl steps in to take my spot.

I take a seat next to Mason on the couch, close enough that our elbows touch. Maybe it’s the alcohol giving me confidence but I can't fight the urge to be next to him. He does not attempt to move or scoot away. That’s a good sign. Right?

We both keep our eyes glued on the game being played in front of us. It seems that Cole is just as competitive at beer pong as he is at pool. I laugh to myself then glance in Mason’s direction catching the irritated look masking his face; was I irritating him by being this close? Self-consciously, I move an inch away. Just as I do the couch dips when a skinny brown-haired boy hops into the open seat next to me, he smiles wide and puts out his hand for a shake, “What’s up, I’m Ben.”

I ignore his handshake and meet him with very little enthusiasm, “Hello,” then I turn away from him like I'm watching the most exciting beer pong tournament I've ever seen hoping he gets the hint. I'm not interested.

“Are you from around here?” Ben asks, clearly not getting it.

“Um, yeah, just up the road,” I respond flatly, not meeting his gaze. I really wasn't trying to seem stuck up but I’m not interested in small talk, and by the way Ben’s eyes are traveling over my chest he isn’t either.

“Can I get a name or can I get you a drink?” Ben pushes.

“I have had enough for tonight, thank you.” I wish I was a stronger person. Another woman would have told this guy to buzz off but even though I have no interest in him whatsoever I didn't want to be rude.

“Don’t be like that, it’s a party” This guy sure is persistent. “No, thank you” I press again, just leave me alone.

“Come on one drink” Ben locks arms with me and tries pulling me up.

I've had enough, just as I am about to protest and push the douche off, I hear a loud growl. The room freezes and my eyes travel to where the sound came from.

I lock eyes with Mason, Did he just freaking growl!?