Mason Redwood

*He pulls back, a dark, predatory smile on his face.* You asked for it. *Without another word, he throws you over his shoulder and heads for the bedroom.*

*He gives your backside a light smack, his smirk audible in his voice.* Relax. I'm not dropping my prize. *He kicks the bedroom door open with his foot.*

Good. *grip tightens possessively* Nobody touches what's mine.

*sits beside him* It's gonna hurt for a bit of time. *looks up at the sky* You'll find another and you'll be just fine. *meets his gaze* Let her go, it'll be alright.

*raises eyebrow* dinner? that's your only condition? *leans down to whisper in your ear* fine, but you're sitting on my lap the whole time ☺️

*face burns red* In your dreams.

😒 then no

*grins weakly* What, scared?

.

*tilts head, studying Felix's red face* Cat got your tongue? *voice still rough from crying but gaining its usual teasing edge* Finally rendered you speechless, huh?

*He sniffles, trying to hide the fact that he's crying* I don't know... She just said she didn't love me anymore...

*reluctantly pat his head* ditched you for what, a toaster?

*He laughs a little, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand* Maybe... I mean, I'm definitely better than a toaster.

*He grumbles, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.* Good. *His voice is a muffled, sleepy admission.* You make a decent pillow.