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“I can give you a
couple of good reasons. Kay's special and she's off the Jackson
must fuck menu.”

“Why is that exactly?
Because she's on yours? Think you might fancy a brunette snack for
a change?” he replies nastily.

They square up to each
other. Tempers and nostrils flaring.

Mason's dead if this
kicks off physically.

My head goes hot and
then cold and then swims.

Oh no...no... This
can't be happening...

I try to calm them
down... pushing my way between them.

“Look Mase. I'm
capable of making my own decisions about who I see,” I say in my
best calming voice. He backs off and bites his lip and his eyes
find mine. It's an intense look.

“No you're not,” he
begins. “Your track record isn't that great, is it? Not based on
what you've told me. And this decision will be yet another bad one
to add to the list. Kaydee please... Believe me, you don't need
someone like him,” he gestures, nodding over my shoulder to
Jackson, hovering close behind me.

My stomach is churning
with something I'm not sure of. The way he's saying this and the
look in his eyes. I'm overwhelmed. Because if I'm not mistaken, he
cares very much about me, more than he's letting on. Which makes
the whole thing even worse.

Then they both glare
at each other again, shutting little me, the piggy in the middle,
out. The heat and bad vibes are building by the second.

“Who the hell are you
to judge me?” Jackson says, his rising voice dripping with
derision. “You with your pack of quick fuck girlfriends. That's
fucking rich. My intentions are none of your business, anyway, got
that?”

“They're not
girlfriends. Just women I see. You know that because you do the
same thing from time to time. And I know you haven't got it in you
to be faithful to her. You know you don't. I remember Jane, your
'latest and greatest love'... to quote you, verbatim... and Emma
and Rae after that.” Mason pokes Jackson in the chest, much too
hard. “You cheated on them all, didn't you? You're not good for
her. She's just blinded by your looks, that's all. Leave her alone
Jackson. She really doesn't need you in her life.”

My heart is beating
like a drum and a rising panic and confusion takes me over. I turn
and run away, tears about to spill down my cheeks. I'm naturally
over sensitive. Far too sensitive for my own good. Jackson catches
me up and grabs my wrist. I shrug him off, angry and full of
disappointment. I don't know why, because it's not like we're
serious or anything, we're hardly even together yet. No promises
have been made between us. How could they be at this early stage?
He doesn't know what I'm looking for or what I want and need from
him.

He's done nothing
wrong at all. Yet.

But I get the feeling
he will.

Despite my rejection,
he pulls me in and hugs me, and I dismiss all my concerns
momentarily, as I sink into his comforting male bulk, with a shaky
snivel and a sniff. Over his shoulder I see Mason watching us, from
the gate, looking brooding and so angry he's about to explode. He
finally stalks off in the opposite direction, kicking the low brick
wall and shouting, “
Fuck her to hell, what do I care,”
very
loudly, so I can hear every word.

For the first time I
wonder what he's doing here. How did he know? And what about
Summer? I see Nat's cruel eyes in my mind. I bet he told him. In
fact, I'm sure of it.

“Want me to walk you
home?” Jackson asks in a soothing tone of voice, bringing me out of
my thoughts.

I look up at him.
“Please,” I snivel, wiping my runny eyes and nose on my bare arm. I
imagine I look a state. I've probably got mascara streaks
everywhere. Thank God it's dark.

We start to walk.

“So what happened with
Jane and Emma, etc.” I ask. I might as well get all the bad stuff
out of the way in one fell swoop. Then at least I won't have to
wonder.

“Nothing special.”

“Not your latest and
greatest loves after all?”

“I guess not.”

“Why was that?”

“Jane was too young,
as in highly immature. Emma was too old and stuck in her ways,
which didn't fit in with mine. Rae was the right age but obsessed
with her appearance. She gave vanity a whole new meaning.”

“Oh...”

“Yeah, oh's about
right...”

“Maybe you're too
fussy,” I laugh.

“Probably,” he agrees,
squeezing my shoulder.

We arrive outside my
place and he hugs and kisses me goodnight, with a sweet little peck
on the lips.

“I'll call you
tomorrow. About dinner, okay?”

“Yeah, looking forward
to it.” I smile broadly at him.

He lets me go and
walks off down the road with a spring in his step.

I'm feeling much
better now. Actually pleased we didn't go the whole way the first
night we got together. It means I can take a breather, stand back
from the situation and think straight. Lust has a lot to answer
for. That, and pints of wine.

I go inside, dragging
myself up the stairs wearily. I kick my shoes into the cloak
cupboard and stand in the kitchen having a few glasses of water.
It's nearly 2 am. I'm dead tired after the usual dancing rehearsal,
my piercing trauma, and all the recent events of the evening on
top. I brace my hands against the kitchen counter-top trying to
stop my mind racing.

What the hell am I
going to say to Mason?

I'm worried it will
affect our dancing together. But now's really not the time to worry
about things. I need to switch off and rest. Tomorrow I'll talk to
him. Properly. Like friends should. I stand up, puffing out a sigh,
and make for my room. I don't expect I'll be able to sleep a wink,
but I should at least try.

I go into my room,
drop my purse, and strip off my clothes. I chuck them somewhere in
the dark, and then turn the dressing table vanity light on to find
the make-up wipes and clear away the grime.

I spot it immediately
in the mirror. I couldn't fail to. I squeak and draw in a huge
breath in reaction.

A massive eight legged
monster is sitting on my duvet.

It's one of 'those'
types of spiders. Damn ugly and damn big. My worst spider
nightmare. My heart pounds and sweat breaks out on my brow. I edge
around the room, staring at it in transfixed horror. Finally I'm
out of my room and shutting the door in relief. I grab the cushions
from the sofa and stuff them along the bottom of the door, covering
the gap, so it can't escape. My panic is dying down, now that it's
imprisoned in my room.

I know it's illogical,
my fear of them. I can't control my reaction. I think I probably
need professional help, some kind of spider therapy.

I go in the bathroom
and wrap myself in his ‘eat me’ towel as mine are wet in the
washing machine. I'd kinda rushed out earlier. It's not a very big
towel, but it'll have to do. I turn off the lights and go into
Mason's bedroom to wait for him to return and remove the spider for
me. If he feels inclined to do so, after our fight.

He actually likes the
little critters. They're kinda cute, he says.

Heaven help me... How
are they cute?

Maybe he won't even be
home tonight, who knows?

I'm now concerned
about this possibility, considering his mood when I last saw him.
And I can't even call him, or anyone, because my phone is in my
room and I'm so not going in there. I slide inside his duvet and
lay there, waiting... waiting.... I drift off in a semi propped up
position.

I don't know what time
it is, but I'm disturbed by a rush of cold air and a heavy thump at
my side. Followed by a long groan.

He's back, and alive.
Thank God.

A little dramatic of
me, I know. But I'm really relieved.

The smell of alcohol
and nicotine hits me hard.

I poke his naked
back.

“
What the
fuck?
” He springs up and his eyes find mine in the semi
darkness. “Shit Kaydee, you scared me to death, and what the hell
are you doing in my bed?”

“There's a great big
spider in my room,” I explain in a small childlike voice. I know
I'm sounding totally pathetic.

“It's probably gone
now. Go back to bed,” he says, yawning and flopping back down
again.

“Where's it gone,
though? It was on my bed. It might be in it for all I know, waiting
to crawl up my leg.”

“Well I'm not looking
for it now. It's four in the morning for crissakes! You'll have to
stay here. I'll get rid of it later.”

“Okay, well if you
don't mind,” I reply gratefully.

“No, I really, really
don't give a fuck. About anything. Now go to sleep. I'm half
trashed,” he says.

“Mason, where've you
been?” I appeal.

“At the party. I
needed a drink or ten.”

I take a deep breath
and make my apology. Half trashed or not, I want to tell him.

“I'm so sorry. I've
abused your trust, haven't I?”

“I don't want to talk
about it.”

“Please... just for a
minute.”

“Okay.” He leans up on
his elbow. “I'm upset. Angry with you both. Nothing much else to
say really.”

“Nothing happened. I'm
not sure about him. I'm thinking about it, okay?”

I edge closer and put
my arm around him and hug him to me. As I look at his familiar
face, deeply shadowed in the dark, his eyes glimmering, and his
dark hair everywhere, messy and unkempt, my heart lurches all over
the place.

“I don't want to hurt
you. Or lose you as a friend. Because I love you. Please forgive
me,” I plead.

As soon as those words
are out of my mouth, something changes between us in a heartbeat. I
can feel it.

He puts his hands
around my face.

“I love you too.
That's the whole problem.”

I'm stunned into
silence.

He loves me? ‘That'
kind of love...?

I'm guessing,
yes...

His face draws closer
and I shut my eyes. I'm slipping into a sublime dream. This can't
be happening.

Not to Mason and
me.

I forget Jackson in a
second. He means nothing compared to this man. He's my whole
fucking life. I conveniently forget the Barbies and his uncommitted
life plan. If there's a chance here with him, I'm gonna take
it.

His lips brush mine
and the sun comes out. It's shining brighter than any sun ever
has.

“Oh God, Mason,” I
murmur. I'm lost in the bright light in my head.

“So beautiful, and all
mine,” he murmurs back.

I'm not hearing
this.

Me, beautiful? And
his?

I shoot straight off,
into the realms of fantasy as his tongue pushes gently inside my
mouth. I hardly notice the nicotine and alcohol on his breath as I
respond with a pent up, wild enthusiasm. I'm exploding with
feelings. Our hands are everywhere as I drag him on top of my towel
clad body. I grasp his naked backside and run my hands up and down
his back, scraping my nails over his skin in a mad frenzy.

I desperately want
him.

“I want you Mason...
please...” I almost sob as I come up for air, gasping.

“Mmmm, the way I feel
about you,” he groans.

“I don't understand
all this,” I blurt out in wide eyed wonder.

“What's to
understand?” he asks. Then he leans across and switches on the
light. We blink, adjusting to the brightness for a few seconds, as
we stare at each other.

“I wanna see you.
Everything.”

He pulls back the
duvet and undoes his little black towel, slowly, like he's
unwrapping a special present. I hold my breath as he looks at me.
My heart's pounding ten to the dozen. He sighs shakily and licks
his lips as his gaze travels up and down.

“So, so lovely, I
really could eat you. Every gorgeous piece... I've dreamed of this
moment.”

His mouth fastens on
my nipple and he sucks greedily, like he's starving hungry for me.
Then he bites, nibbles, and tugs with his teeth. It's so painfully
arousing and I moan, over and over. I want a lot more.

“Mmmm,” I purr like a
cat and arch up to him, offering him everything as he sucks and
bites. Back and forth, one breast to the other. I watch his head
move across me and I'm in awe of the blissful scene that's
unfolding. Deep feelings shoot down my stomach and inside my
vagina. I ache for him inside. Like nothing on this earth.

He leans up on his
elbow and strokes my tattoos with his fingers. First my shoulder
and then the hip. He's caressing the parts of me I thought he
didn't like. It makes my heart fly.

I'm on fire.

The fingers move
lower, between my legs. This is what I really want. I want him in
there. I open them wide as he strokes his way through the wetness.
I squirm against his touch.

“Yes... go on, do
it...” I demand of him.

His fingers plunge
inside me, again and again... his thumb sweeps over my clit, and
I'm gone.

“You feel so damned
good,” he says croakily... his deep voice catching, sending me all
over the place.

I am
so
doing
things to him, and he's
so
doing things to me.

I drag myself back to
earth and take hold of his cock. It's almost pulsating in my hands,
harder than hard. I slide my hands around him, exploring the one
special part of him I've never touched.

“Oh my God...” is all
I can think to say. There really aren't words to describe what's
going on in my head.

I tug at his prick,
pulling him over and on top of me. I wrap my legs around him and I
feel it... the delicious pressure against me, his head poised and
ready to push inside.

A fast hard thrust and
he's inside me. All the way in, right up to his warm balls. I
wriggle upwards, getting him in those last few and so important
millimetres. He's the perfect size for me. Nudging firmly against
my cervix.