“Mason, baby?” He grunts, fingers on my hip, pinning me in place so that he can rock into me madly, barely slowing his pace as he answers me. “Yes, angel?” “So.. about our true love story—” Mason’s grin turns devilish. “You mean how I obsessed over you for months, snuck into your apartment to watch you sleep, eventually read your journal, discovered to my fucking delight that you were just as obsessed with me so I went on to fulfill every single one of your very descriptive fantasies to make you mine forever?”
