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seems a long way off and I don't want to
wait. The pint of wine is fuelling my desire for him to a critical
point and I'm tipping over the edge of something...
    He's up on his feet in
a second, and taking my hand, he pulls me off the stairs, opens the
front door a few feet away, and steps outside. He squeezes my waist
and kisses me on the doorstep.
    “Mine?” he asks.
    “Yeah, it's gotta be.”
I laugh, and kiss him back.
    We turn and start to
leave, our faces still stuck together in a smoochy kiss.
    But we don't get far,
because blocking our path of exit, leaning against the gate, is
Mason. The gatekeeper is crashing us, and, I sense, about to ruin
our private party.
    He's taken it all in,
and knows what we've been doing, and what we are going to do
now.
    No doubt about it.
    No one says anything.
We just stare at each other.
    He puffs at his
cigarette like a maniac and then throws it on the floor in
disgust.
    “Couldn't keep your
hands off her, could you bro?” he spits at Jackson with venom,
moving forward.
    “Any particular reason
why I should?” Jackson snaps back. “You've never actually laid it
out for me. Just because she dances with you doesn't mean you own
her.”
    “I can give you a
couple of good reasons. Kay's special and she's off the Jackson
must fuck menu.”
    “Why is that exactly?
Because she's on yours? Think you might fancy a brunette snack for
a change?” he replies nastily.
    They square up to each
other. Tempers and nostrils flaring.
    Mason's dead if this
kicks off physically.
    My head goes hot and
then cold and then swims.
    Oh no...no... This
can't be happening...
    I try to calm them
down... pushing my way between them.
    “Look Mase. I'm
capable of making my own decisions about who I see,” I say in my
best calming voice. He backs off and bites his lip and his eyes
find mine. It's an intense look.
    “No you're not,” he
begins. “Your track record isn't that great, is it? Not based on
what you've told me. And this decision will be yet another bad one
to add to the list. Kaydee please... Believe me, you don't need
someone like him,” he gestures, nodding over my shoulder to
Jackson, hovering close behind me.
    My stomach is churning
with something I'm not sure of. The way he's saying this and the
look in his eyes. I'm overwhelmed. Because if I'm not mistaken, he
cares very much about me, more than he's letting on. Which makes
the whole thing even worse.
    Then they both glare
at each other again, shutting little me, the piggy in the middle,
out. The heat and bad vibes are building by the second.
    “Who the hell are you
to judge me?” Jackson says, his rising voice dripping with
derision. “You with your pack of quick fuck girlfriends. That's
fucking rich. My intentions are none of your business, anyway, got
that?”
    “They're not
girlfriends. Just women I see. You know that because you do the
same thing from time to time. And I know you haven't got it in you
to be faithful to her. You know you don't. I remember Jane, your
'latest and greatest love'... to quote you, verbatim... and Emma
and Rae after that.” Mason pokes Jackson in the chest, much too
hard. “You cheated on them all, didn't you? You're not good for
her. She's just blinded by your looks, that's all. Leave her alone
Jackson. She really doesn't need you in her life.”
    My heart is beating
like a drum and a rising panic and confusion takes me over. I turn
and run away, tears about to spill down my cheeks. I'm naturally
over sensitive. Far too sensitive for my own good. Jackson catches
me up and grabs my wrist. I shrug him off, angry and full of
disappointment. I don't know why, because it's not like we're
serious or anything, we're hardly even together yet. No promises
have been made between us. How could they be at this early stage?
He doesn't know what I'm looking for or what I want and need from
him.
    He's done nothing
wrong at all. Yet.
    But I get the feeling
he will.
    Despite my rejection,
he pulls me in and hugs me,