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turn to finds Masons’, and it’s right at that moment that I want to smash him.  
    It’s his fault I’m so desperate to kiss him, it’s his fault that I want to feel what his touch is like and it’s his fault I want to taste him.
    I can see his mouth opening and closing, but I can’t fucking hear a word he’s saying.
    I run for Mason, and he takes a step back as he brings his hands up in a defensive state.
    “Ryan, you’re safe here,” he says.
    Those words stop me dead in my tracks. I’m within inches of punching him, my hand’s balled up in a fist and I’ve pulled it back ready to pound his pretty boy movie star face in.
    “You’re safe here. No one can hurt you,” he confidently says as he takes a step closer to me.
    I’m shaking my head no, not believing what he’s saying.
    Everyone can hurt me.
    “You’re safe, Ryan. I won’t let him hurt you,” Mason whispers as he takes another step closer.
    What’s happening to me?
    Why are his words so significant?
    “Let me help you.” Mason’s arms come up and he’s wrapped them around me in a tight embrace.
    I try to break away, but he just restricts his grip. I fight it, this damn connection.
    “I’ll protect you, you’re safe,” he says in a hushed tone.
    I’m still struggling, but I can feel resolve as my body begins to relax in Mason’s arms.
    Mason kisses my forehead and I lose the slim hold of control I was barely holding on to.
    My arms encircle him and I start crying.
    The tears are falling as my spirit finally shatters.
    I can’t pretend anymore that I’m okay.
    Mason and I fall to the ground together, but his arms don’t move from the protective cage around me.
    He kisses my forehead again, and it feels so right and so comfortable being here entwined together.
    I feel Mason shift his weight, and he manoeuvers me so I’m sitting on his lap. I can’t help but wrap my legs around his waist, just clinging to my lifeline, hoping he’ll never let me go.
    The salt water running down my cheeks starts to dissipate, but I don’t dare move my head from the crook of his neck, he’s so warm and so safe.
    Mason starts to move his arms up and down my back; the feel’s light and gentle and so comforting.
    He kisses my cheek and he leaves his lips there a moment longer than he should as he pets my hair, caressing my head.
    I turn a little to see him and it’s then that the impossible happens.
    With a ghost of a touch, our lips meet.
    “Mmm,” I moan as I tilt my head up.
    “Ryan, I….” he mumbles against my mouth.
    “Please,” I plead with him.
    “Shhhh, I’ve got you.” And he tilts his own head down and tenderly presses a kiss to me.
    I weave my hands through his long hair, as my fingers slowly massage the nape of his neck.
    I’ve never voluntarily kissed a man before.
    With the lightest of touches, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and nips at it with his teeth.
    Fuck me.
    I open up and grant him access into my mouth, and into my soul.
    He moves his tongue inside my mouth, and slowly strokes my lips. I pull him closer to me, as I straighten my sitting position.
    Now I’m sitting taller than him, and he’s forced to tilt his head up, open his mouth allowing me permission to kiss him.
    His stubble scratches my face, and even though the sensation’s unknown, it’s certainly not unwelcomed.
    The heat’s intensified as Mason’s hands find the front of my t-shirt and he pulls me closer to him.
    We don’t fight for dominance as our mouths dance together.
    We’re perfectly synchronized and in tune.
    He nips.
    I lick.
    He sucks.
    I growl.
    He runs his tongue over my teeth and I almost cum in my pajamas.
    I lick his top lip as he tenderly cradles my face in his strong hands.
    Our kiss isn’t rushed; the exploration is slow, gracious and damn well sexy.
    Mason pulls away and leans his forehead on mine as his thumbs are gently brushing my face.
    “God, Ryan. I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time,” he says with his