Chapter 12 - Dragon Slaying

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"You suck at this," Mason laughs as once again I throw an m&m at his mouth and it misses by about a mile.

"I think i'm gettin' it. Don't distract me," I say, aiming another m&m.

We were sitting on each end of my living room couch, m&ms surrounding us.

"Okay, boss," he opens his mouth wide, and I aim, missing again.

"This game is rigged!"

Mason laughs, "Let me try."

I hand him the bag and open my mouth. He aims and the m&m goes straight into my mouth.

He smiles innocently while I glare at him.

I'm a little bit competitive.

"Don't be sad, babe," he hands the bag to me and moves closer, "Try again."

I aim the m&m at him, one eye shut with complete concentration, and when I throw it, something magical happens.

It goes in!

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I did it! I'm an expert!"

I wrap my arms around Mason, who is laughing his ass off, and he hugs me back. I feel us falling as he lies back on the couch, me on top of him.


We both stop laughing and look into each other's eyes. His beautiful grey eyes.

My eyes go to his lips. All I want to do is kiss them, but I can't. I don't have the confidence. What if he calls me gross and pushes me off the couch?

No, I need to stop being so safe. I should just do it.

So I do.

He kisses me back, his hands going to my waist.

I wonder if he thinks i'm a bad kisser.

Why am I thinking about that right now? Why am I even doing this?

I'm on top of Mason freaking Conway, kissing him as he tries to slip his tongue into my mouth and I accidentally let him.

Maybe not by accident though.

I pull away from him, catching my breath, and get off of him.

He sits up straight and I sit next to him.

"What are we?" He asks.

"Humans," I say, then cringe at my lame attempt at a joke.

He laughs anyway, rolling his eyes. "I mean, you and I. Are we friends or..."

"Oh, uh, I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"More than friends."

I fight back a smile.

"What about you?"

I'm too awkward for questions like this.

"Maybe sorta more than friends, too."

He smiles, showing his perfect dimples, "So," he clears his throat, "Would you like to be my official girlfriend?"

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