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"Do we have to?"

"You're seconds away from passing out, yes we have to." He brushed his thumb beneath your eye to swipe away the gathering mascara, your cheek turning into the warmth of his palm. "I'll order us Chinese and you can find a romcom to watch." Mason knew you couldn't say no to Chinese so he wasn't surprised by the quick nod of your head and the little flash in your eyes.

"Can we get a bottle of wine."

"Hmmm, I think you've had enough to drink, Missy, you're the size of a fairy, you and alcohol don't mix well." His mouth was hovering over yours as he spoke and it worked well with kissing away the pout that formed on your lips after his statement. He kissed you slowly, fingers turning to your chin to tilt your mouth further up to his and he hummed quietly when you bit down teasingly on his bottom lip and then giggled as you pulled away.

"What are you laughing for?" Mason frowned, arm hooking around your waist to pulling you closer to his chest and out of the way of a quickly arguing couple. The girl was waving her arms around and he was afraid she was going to whack one of you in the face.

“You have red lipstick on your chin.” Mason pulled a face and used the sleeve of his jacket to clear away your make up smudges, shaking his head slightly.

“Always making a mess of me,” Before you could reply he started leading you through the sea of bodies and towards the exist. “I already told Dec we were leaving so Lauren will be fine.” He slid his fingers through yours and you curled your other hand around his arm, clinging to his bicep to keep you together. He kept glancing over his shoulder to check you were okay, eyes glaring daggers at anyone who bumped or pushed you just that little bit too hard. Mason was nothing if not protective of you, in every way.

The cold air hit you immediately the second you stepped outside and like the gentleman he was, Mason was already pulling his jacket off and helping you to push your arms through the sleeves. “You’re gonna get cold.” You told him, smiling slightly as he bent to zip it up for you, his eyes meeting yours as he glanced up at you from beneath his eyelashes.

“I’ll be fine, can’t have you getting a cold though.” He kissed your cheek and then stepped back, arm outstretched, palm up as he waited for you to take his hand. “It’s only a five minute walk. Let’s just hope it doesn’t rain.” You took his hand and then the two of you were making your way down the silent street, the soft light from the streetlights making Mason’s skin glow and in your slightly inebriated state you couldn’t stop staring, your smile tired and lopsided but still one of his favourites. “You gonna stare at me the whole way back?”

“Maybe.” The word was long and drawn out, the slight lilt to it teasing in nature and it had him laughing softly and shaking his head, gaze tracking your movements as you swung your interlocked hands between your bodies. “You’re just very pretty and I like looking at you.” You leant your head against his arm and Mason couldn’t stop his grin, his head dropping so he could kiss the top of your head.

“When I say that to you you call me weird.”

“Do not.”

“Yes you do. I said it to you this morning and you stuffed your hand in my face and told me to fuck off.” You pouted and glanced up at him, ceasing the swinging motion of your hands.

“That was because I woke up to you ogling me.”

“Appreciating your beauty.”

“I was drooling on myself.” Mason smirked and pinched your cheek with his free hand.

“But those are your prettiest moments, Little One.” He whispered the words and you rolled your eyes at his teasing, wincing at the sudden ache in your feet from your heels. You tightened your grip on Mason’s arm to tug him slightly to a halt, his smile turning into a concerned frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Feet hurt, gimme a second.” You used his arm for balance and pulled both heels off, sighing happily at the immediate relief you felt. The ground was cold beneath your toes and slightly damp but you didn’t mind, grinning up at Mason as you waved your shoes. “You should try wearing these.”

“Like they’d fit me with your baby feet.” He swiped them from you, opting to carry them instead and your insides warmed at the fact he’d done it without you even having to ask. His friends often teased him about how whipped he was, about how you had him wrapped around your finger and Mason knew it was true, he just didn’t mind. He was so completely in love with you and you could ask him to do anything and he would within the blink of an eye. He knew he was sometimes insufferable but you were his everything and he wasn’t ashamed of showing people that.

“Do you have a penny?”

“What?”

“A penny, I know you’re loaded and like pennies are so beneath you but you must have one in that fat wallet of yours.” You prodded the front pocket of Mason’s jeans where his wallet was tucked away and he drew his fingers from yours to pull it free, searching inside for your desired penny.

“Why, exactly, do you want a penny?”

“To make a wish,” You were nearing your hotel, the fountain you were pointing at was just across the street and Mason was momentarily baffled about why you were wanting to make a wish. You’d walked the past the fountain countless times in the past few days and you hadn’t made one yet. “If I’m drunk it’ll be more likely to come true.”

“Why’s that? Here.” He pressed the little coin into the palm of your hand as you grinned, that glazed over look in your eyes even more pronounced now than it was in the club.

“Because my drunk thoughts are what I really want, not just what I think I want so my intentions are true so it’s more likely to happen.” Mason tilted his head curiously, unsure what to say to that because it sounded like the biggest load of bullshit he’d ever heard but you sounded more than confident about it.

“Right,” He glanced up at the sky. “Can we make it a quick wish though, looks like it’s about to rain.”

“Shush, you can’t talk.” His mouth clamped shut and his eyebrows raised as you turned and made your way to the fountain. He stood back and watched you, barefoot, hair still messy, his jacket practically swallowing your body whole as the water from the fountain lit up with soft blue lights that seemed to form a glow around you. He didn’t even realise how wide the smile on his face was until his cheeks started to hurt and then he felt like an idiot for just standing and staring at you, you’d already flicked your penny in but now you’d jumped up on the little ledge, arms held out at yours sides for balance.

“How much money do you reckon is in there?”

“Please don’t fall in.”

“Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Do they empty it?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I’m not an expert on fountains.” Mason placed your shoes down on the ledge beside your feet and met your gaze head on, the small wall finally making the two of you almost the same height.

“They could take all those pennies and give them to someone.”

“They could, but I’m not sure that’s how it works.” He slid his hands over your cheeks and pecked your lips. “What did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Sure you can, Little One, I’ll keep it a secret.”

“We’re the same height now.” You pointed out, the use of his nickname for you not exactly working out when you were eye to eye. He just hummed softly, nose bumping yours and then his arms wrapped around your waist and he spun you until your feet were back on the ground, his body once again towering over yours.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and leant in again. “What did you wish for?” The soft tone of his voice had you melting into him, your arms rising to hook around the back of his neck. You kissed his cheek and his jaw and then his chin before settling your mouth over his, slow gentle kisses that had both of you craving more. “Tell me.”

“No.” You giggled against his lips and he groaned in return, dropping his head to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “Actually..” He perked up slightly at this, nodding to let you know he was listening. “If you carry me up to our room I’ll tell you.” Mason pulled back and met your gaze, lopsided smile making your heart thump and he gave a little shake of his head.