To say that Malia was having a hard time sleeping later that night was a serious understatement. The evening kept her tossing and turning all night with thoughts of what could have been. By the time her alarm went off signaling it was in fact the ungodly hour that meant it was time to get ready for school she felt like murdering the thing.
Malia turned over and whacked the darn thing with enough force to cause it to jump off the bedside table and clatter to the floor. She knew it was silly but she felt slightly justified as she was shuffling out of bed and into the waiting bathroom. That was until she heard a slightly gruff and manly chuckle come from across the room. With her heart in her throat she turned to face Mason as the events of last night came rushing back t
