Your hips, your thighs, oh you got him hypnotized.

Mason honestly didn’t think he could handle ALLATTTT. With his career, social media presence and his ability to somewhat keep things private— you were the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You had the best attitude of ‘don’t fuck with me or I’ll deck you in the throat’, and he respected that immensely.

You just… Astounded him in every way possible.

Especially with your low rise jeans with that whale tail peaking out, you weren’t scared of shit. Mason always had a hand right there on your hip, index finger hooked against the lace. Sort of a claim on you, especially when you both attended parties.

You weren’t anyone in the acting scene, just an average human being. Though you did get some popularity when you started dating Mason. Fuck, he couldn’t keep you a secret even if he actually wanted to… Which, he never wanted to. He wanted the whole world to see the gift whatever higher power was up there gave him.

He knew you had a full blown grip on him, and you knew it too.

He introduced you publicly online through an Instagram post that featured many slides of you two in cute selfies, and even a risqué picture of you in nothing but spandex shorts and a tank top sitting on his lap… Of course he took the fucking photo, both of your guys’ smiles clear as day.

Another thing… Mason wouldn’t argue with you. Whatever you said—It went. It went pretty damn quick.

You told him to do the laundry? It was done within two hours—… and folded or hung up.

You told him to unload the dishwasher? It was done within 10 minutes.

He refused to make you wait, never would he make you repeat your question. Everything that came out of your mouth he listened to and soaked in just in case. Plus, you were scary when you were mad… Also hot, but mostly scary.

It was a cold December day, the kind of days Mason hated most due to the fact you’d bundle up all those curves he loved oh so much.

He found his ways though, he always did.

He strolled in your shared bedroom of the nice apartment you both moved in together when you both turned 18. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Hey mama…” He murmured tiredly, slowly walking over to you to bump his hands between your knees, signaling you to part them. Once you complied he slowly lay his head back between your thighs, closing his eyes. “Too cold… Needed earmuffs…”

Yeah… Right, Mason… Right, right right…