(BLUE'S POV)
I carried the absurd number of glossy shopping bags as if they were nothing more than air, their handles looped easily over my fingers. The pile should have looked ridiculous in anyone else's hands, but to me it was weightless, barely noticeable. My attention wasn't on the bags anyway.
It was on Mason.
He followed a few steps behind me as we climbed the front porch, his footsteps quiet against the wood, almost cautious, like he was unsure whether he truly belonged here. The soft click of the front door shutting behind us seemed to seal us inside our own little world, shutting out the rest of the night.
As soon as my body realized we were finally alone, his scent completely enveloped me. It rolled over me so suddenly that I had to go still for half a second just to sterdy my heart.
