Once Kenna Wellington's stepbrothers come into her life, crazy can't even begin to explain it. Her life was totally fine with her two best friends and a mom who couldn't love her more than she already does. Then there is Mason, her other stepbrother...
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Mason and I make eye contact the moment we hear a knock on his door. We bolt upright in his bed, due to the fact I fell asleep with him last night. I throw the covers over myself as Mason gets out of bed. I roll over and pray to the Lord it is not Carson. I hear Mason unlock the door, followed by my mother's familiar voice.
"Morning Mason!" She chirps. "Do you know if Kenna stayed at Morgans?"
"Um..." Mason trails off, looking for some sort of excuse. "I don't think so," he says. I close my eyes in the bed when I hear my mom walk into the room. If she pulls back the covers, she'll see me in one of Masons old shirts I slept in. Great. My mom plops down on the bed next to my feet, luckily far enough away to not make me move. But, somehow, I feel a body crush mine and realize its Mason. He taps my thigh and talks to my mom.
"Actually, I know where Kenna is."
"Where?"
"She's about to get in the shower," he tells her. My mom perks up (through the mattress feeling) and her body is off the bed.
"Oh. Okay. I have to tell her something."
My mom walks out the door, letting Mason slip off me and follow. The second the door closes, I peek my head out from the covers and look at him. Mason turns to look at me with a small smile.
"Prob--" Matt gets cut off as my mom bursts in the room with a triumphant grin. When she sees me, she grins more.
"Ahah! I knew you were in here!"
"What? Mom!" I shout and roll over on the bed with embarrassment. Did I already ruin my relationship with Mason?
"I heard you guys talking last night."
"Talking?" Mason and I both say this at the same time and look at each other in fear. We did not talk too much last night. How much did my mom hear?
"Yeah. I knew you guys were close but I didn't know you were that close," she points to us each, holding a clothes basket in her hand. I glanced at Mason who is smirking to himself. When he feels me watching, he sends me a secret grin and turns to walk away as I get up and talk to my mom.
"Yeah. I spilled my drink on my shirt which is why I'm in this one. But yeah, I was just talking to Mason about homework and we fell asleep watching a movie," I lie. The lie comes from my lips with ease, even though I barely ever lied to my mom before today. Mason turns to look at me as he goes in his closet, finally sliding on a black shirt. While in there, invisible to my mom, he makes a motion to himself and flexes his arm. I look away from him to stop myself from laughing and actually wanting to kiss him and nod at my mom. She looks skeptical for a moment before stepping out.
"I'll make breakfast. Come down in twenty. Get Carson."
"Okay," Mason and I both say to my mom. When the door closes, we both have the same idea and run for it. We lock if before my mom has the chance to get in here. When we touch hands on the handle, Mason slides his hand up my wrist with a grin.
