When we got back to the log cabin, Mason led me to the front door by hand. Sitting on the kitchen counter sat two neatly wrapped presents. “One is from me and the other is from your dad,” Mason said with a grin, pointing at the gifts. 

    “Awe, thank you! You guys didn't have to get me anything.” It was rare that I got a gift on my birthday from my dad. When I was little, my father was barely home, so Rosa would give me gifts saying they were from him, but I knew she had picked them out and wrapped them. 

    “I know, but it's the least I could do. Nobody wants to be cooped up for their birthday. Here, open the one from your dad first.” Mason handed me a large rectangular box wrapped in pink paper. I abruptly ripped back the paper to uncover a white paper box. Inside sat a note and several pieces of clothing from my favorite store. I picked up the small card, immediately recognizing my father's handwriting. It read how he was sorry about all of this, and he hoped these new clothes would help to replace some of what was destroyed in the fire. He promised to take me shopping and travel, like we've been planning for years, when this is all over with. My gut tightened and felt my smile turn downward, thinking of the fire. It was not just the stuff, we could replace all of that, but all the memories I had growing up in the house, the future I hoped to have there; I hoped to raise a family of my own in that home one day. The few memories I had of my mom jumping on my parents’ bed with her, playing with her makeup on her vanity, her chasing me around in her garden. She worked so hard to grow. Even after her death, Rosa took immense care of the flowers and bushes to keep her memory alive. I ended up taking over when I was old enough. All those things that held those memories were gone now. Sure, the memories live inside me, but it's hard knowing all the things that sparked those memories are now gone. 

     “Are you okay?” Mason sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

     “Yeah, just thinking about the fire. I'm fine though.” I tried to brush off the thoughts. “So, what did you get me, anyway?” I put on a smile and cheerful tone, moving the thought to the back of my mind. I was eager to see what Mason had got me. He handed me a small box, wrapped in tiffany blue with a white bow. “Wait, a second. I know this box.” My eyes widened. “No, you shouldn't have!” It was from Tiffany's! Before I even opened the box, I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight. 

     “When did you get this? How did you?” My body shook with excitement. 

     “I have my ways.” Mason winked. “Open it already!” 

     I carefully opened the little box. Inside sat a delicate white gold chain, adorned with a white gold heart-shaped locket, decorated with tiny diamonds. Tears swelled in my eyes. “I love it! Thank you so much.” 

    Mason delicately plucked the necklace out of the box, stepping behind me. His fingers tickled my neck, moving my hair out of the way. The chain draped gracefully, allowing the heart to hang right in the center of my chest. “Perfect.” Mason smiled.

    “It's beautiful. Thank you so much! I don't know what to say.” I was speechless. I've been enamored with Tiffany's ever since I was a little girl. Captivated by Breakfast at Tiffany's and idolizing Audrey Hepburn, making it my all-time favorite film. 

    “Seeing an authentic smile on your face is all that matters to me.” Mason pulled me into his muscular chest, his scent drawing me closer. I lifted myself onto my tiptoes, sinking my lips into his. He pulled me in tighter, pushing his lips harder against mine. 

     I bit down on his smooth lip, staring seductively into his blue, harsh eyes. His powerful body lifting me up to him by my bottom, wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt his hands squeezing me, hungry for more. Setting me onto the countertop, his muscled body leaning over me, my body shuddering, breathing faltered. His lips tickled my neck and collarbone. I drifted my hands down his body, searching for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head, revealing his tattooed, god-like chest. My mouth watered, eyes gazing over him. His lips once again colliding into mine, his warm tongue dancing with mine. I ran my hands down his warm, solid frame. 

     Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as he picked me up again, never letting my mouth leave his upper body, heading up the wooden staircase. He slammed the door open with my back, throwing me onto the bed. The satin sheets soothed my scorching skin, his body looming over mine. His rough hands squeezed tight, his nails nimbly scratching, wrapping around my underwear, and sliding them down. The cool air of the room teased my core, making me ever more wet. His fiery lips warming my cool skin, meeting my inner thigh, and moving up. A loud moan escaped my lips. My body jumped as I felt his hot tongue dab my nub. His cool fingers made my mind go to far-away lands as they entered me. Stretching my tight, wet part, hitting the perfect spot. The suctioned noise from his fingers made me want him more and more. My moans turned to muted screams, bringing me to the edge. I was so used to giving, being the one receiving pleasure was foreign to me. The intense waves were enticing, making me feel like I was being worshipped. Then he stopped. Crawling back up to me, his lips biting down onto my neck, he loosened my straps, ripping off my dress. His eyes take in every inch of my bare skin. 

    “Oh, my god. You're so beautiful.” His voice but a whisper, his hands holding onto my hips, moving to my perky breasts. I thoughtlessly began undoing his belt, revealing his enormous erection. My eyes widened. Mason let out a quiet giggle at my shocked face. His body falling onto mine sent sparks all over, his length ever so tenderly lingering right outside my entrance. 

    “Are you sure?” His eyes met mine, full of yearning and lust. 

    “Never more certain.” I whispered into his ear, nibbling his lobe. He glided in, careful not to hurt me. Waves of absolute pleasure surged throughout my body with each thrust. Our bodies became one, moving in synchronicity. Mason rolled me over on top of him, sinking him deeper and deeper into me. Loud moans filled the room. I rested my hands on his taut chest, riding him back and forth, rubbing my button across his pubic, hitting all the right spots inside.

     I tried my hardest to hold back my climax, tightening myself and biting my lip. “Cum for me, Scar.” Mason's words on the brink of ecstasy sent me into internal bliss. Screams of satisfaction eluded me, feeling his wetness flow onto my thigh. My entire body shivering with euphoria, I collapsed onto his soft skin. Both of us gasping for breath. His sweaty body stuck to mine as he ran his long fingers through my tousled hair. It took a moment for us to catch our breath, neither one wanting to leave the other's arms. 

   Once we finally caught our breath, we released ourselves from each other's grasp. “Hold on.” Mason raced to the restroom, returning with a towel. He gently wiped away the sticky mess from my thigh, taking great care to get each bit. 

   “There you go.” He dropped the towel to the ground and crawled back into the sheets next to me. My naked body fit perfectly into the grooves of his, my head resting on his chest, our legs entangled together. My fingers danced across his broad chest, tracing the outline of his tattoos. 

   My mind calmed, realizing that was the most satisfaction I have ever felt from a man. I have never felt more connected to anyone before this very moment. We could stay here forever.