Second Chances

Chapter 24

I can't believe it.

I can't believe this.

He is absolutely in my apartment making mushroom soup for me. Wake up.
And I on the other hand, sitting on the couch staring lifelessly at the carpet that was bought by Chrissy's mom a few weeks ago.

Thoughts are still fighting inside my head if this is all real or I'm still dreaming but I tried to pinch my arm a few times and unfortunately it didn't work, I felt pain. Ouch. That was one thing I learned while watching the movie Alice in Wonderland. Alice's dad once told her that when she gets to frighten in her dreams just pinch her arm and she'll instantly wake up. When I pinched my arm twice it didn't work at all, but it left red marks instead. Great.

As my thoughts rambled inside my head, I noticed Mason moved swiftly in the kitchen as he grabs the ingredients in the fridge while the water was boiling. I watched him pour the vegetables into the boiling water and stirred it. As if he really mastered every detail. When he finally finished everything he placed everything on the wooden tray that Chrissy used for me a lot of times.
He was wearing his gray shirt and black pants that I really love but seriously all his clothes suites him so well. Like every piece was made just for him. He walked gracefully towards me and my lips parted. I felt thirsty. Like I've been abandoned in a desert for years. But when his eyes met mine, I immediately turned my gaze down on the carpet again.

He placed the wooden tray on the table and lifted up the bowl of soup. "Here, eat this. You'll feel better." He said calmly.

How can he be so damn calm? To make me feel better? Does he even know how to make me feel better? He caused me all this pain and he thinks that by eating that soup can make me feel better?

What the hell.

I shook my head. "I'm not hungry." I tried to look away and locked my eyes on the window.

"You're sick. Please, eat this." His voice was husky and filled with sadness.

Sick? I'm broken. Not sick!

I looked up at him and focused my eyes on his. "Who told you that I'm sick? I said I'm not hungry." I argued.

He frowned and my heart squeezed. "Please." His eyes were sparkling that it seemed like he was about to cry. And his tone was deep and full of pain, almost begging.

Thats it!

I knew you can't resist him.

I nodded and slowly opened my mouth as he feeds me like a baby. My body froze when I tasted the soup, flashbacks from the days he used to cook for me and how sexy he was in the kitchen while wearing only his favorite jeans, bare footed and shirtless. I've always love the view of his abs and firmly tone body. Those biceps that any woman could drool when he pass.

Oh boy. I could just die in his arms.

But everything fades when all the pain embraced my heart and it was like millions of bullets aimed to my chest.

"Do you like it?" He asked. But he sounded nervous. I can tell.

My heart kicked. "Do I have a choice?" I said frankly.

Oh crap, was that me talking?

His brows arched. "Well, actually you have. Just tell me what you like." He responded firmly.

So he's being a Mr. Nice Guy now? Oh please.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah? How about you get out of my apartment? How's that?" My voice was raising.

His eyes locked on mine and it started to sparkle again, but this time, he pulled back placing the bowl on the table and I thought he was gonna get out but he didn't. Instead, he sat next to me and I can't stand how close we are to each other. His scent that I've been craving for caught me and my chest ached.