Free Common Sense Doesn't Become Me by CJ Hawk Page B

thing
because it was almost a prerequisite to dating anymore. Perhaps I
would not be in so much trouble if I had done that with Steve.
Telling him the brief overview of Steve last night did not cause a
cautious reaction; however, I did not tell him everything. Having
him admit to crazy girlfriends didn't shock me, because with his
looks and the way he carries himself, I was sure he attracted
everything, even the odd ones. It was the fact that he already
wanted me to meet his parents. He talked about how formal his
family was as we tried to create a diversion last night from other
things. Talking family seemed to quickly cool both of us down. It
felt good to be with a man whose family was as judgmental,
competitive, and crazy as mine, although his did seem to have a lot
more money and structure. I guess you don't have to be poor to be
dysfunctional, rich people do it just as well.
    "Hey Mason. I'm glad things are turning out
much better for me. Only a week ago, things were a bit
different."
    He lifted me off the counter and set me on my
feet. "We should probably try to find another distraction for a
bit, before we get too excited again." I had to agree. I found him
a bit too irresistible, and talking about life seems to put things
back into perspective for us.
    I took his hand to pull him towards my front
room to try out the new window seat cushion. He grabbed his tee
shirt off the chair as we walked by. We sat down in the window seat
facing each other and looked at each other in the face. I felt my
demon girl side get bothered by the fact he put his shirt back on,
as my mature woman side stated that it was for the best.
    "Your sister has good taste. It's soft, and I
like the blue silky fabric." I stroked my hand over the fabric and
then looked up to see the delight on his face that I liked his
gift.
    "I told her that your favorite color is
blue." Just then, I was sure I saw his eyes twinkle with a
deviousness.
    I looked at him inquisitively. "How did you
know that?"
    "Blue curtains, light blue couch, blue
comforter and when I folded your laundry, most of your clothes were
in shades of blue. My sisters told me that a woman's favorite color
would show in her clothes and how she decorates. Having three
sisters, I do learn a lot about women."
    I laughed. "Then you are already broken in
and know the game rules. Gosh, you're going to be an easy
boyfriend. Wait here. I am going to grab some cushions to lean
against instead of the wall."
    I walked over to my couch to grab some
decorative cushions off, and before I could turn back around to
walk over to the window seat, Mason stood there right behind me,
with my back to him. He pulled my body into his, causing me to drop
the pillows, and he started to kiss me on the neck just under my
ear with his lips barely brushing the sensitive spot. That kiss
sent shivers through my entire body, and I moaned out a long 'yes'
without hesitation. When he pulled back, he joked. "Not a good idea
to bend over in front of me right now."
    I turned, and we both stood there staring at
each other with an internal battle of taking this date so much
further. Then I spoke. "Well, I'm not officially grown up until
tomorrow."
    He replied without hesitation. "Yet,
something tells me we might want to wait a few more nights. You
mean more to me than an overnight quickie."
    "Really?" I was taken aback. A man was
stopping me from being stupid.
    "Besides. One day to thirty is just a day. If
you really want to do the mature thing, not that I do, but I know
it will be best for both of us if we did, then waiting a few more
days would be better, don't you think?" That gave me pause. Maybe I
met my match. A man who has been just as foolish in his choices to
be a bit too quick to have sex and realized it rarely led to a
commitment.
    "Hm." I let the single word hang in the air
with a soft vibration while my mind was thinking that it's now that
I meet the mature man I need in my life. However, maturity aside,
all I wanted to