“Oh,” she gasps, as his lips touch her neck. “Lessons. Right. I think I..understand now.” He releases her, but Melanie’s body wants more. She knows she’ll have to wait. She straightens her clothes, and makes sure her hair looks fine, before she follows into the dining room. Nicholas was beside Kaden in there. “You know she would have let you take her right there?” Kevin stands and quickly puts the clothes on, feeling warm right away. “Thanks.” He takes a deep breath, smelling the food. “Yeah. That does smell good Kaden,” he says heading into the dining room with Jareth and Aliya. They’re all in the same room again, and Kevin looks around. He can’t stop the thought from going through his mind. ‘This would be perfect if Mason were here.’
“Here’s to a new life.” He clinks his glass of champagne to Gabby’s. She drinks before asking him, “Who are you trying to forget Mason? I mean come on. You married her and left this place. I’m not blaming youl I do know your mother,” she smiles. “So why come back? I know that things didn’t work out with Mel, but Mason you’re strong. You wouldn’t come back just because your marriage failed. What’s really going on?” He cleared his throat and looked down at the table. Thoughts of Jareth came to mind. “Do you really want to know?” She nodded. “Yes. I do. If I’m going to help you put on a show, I need to know who it’s for.” He looks back to her eyes. “Jareth.” As he speaks his name, he feels something deep within himself. He’s not sure if it’s his connection with him trying to reestablish or what, but he feels it. It takes his breath for a moment. “I feel love….with a….a,” he shakes his head. “A what Mason?”
“Demon. His name is Jareth.” She covers her mouth. “You fell in love with another man?” He nods. “Your mother won’t have it Mason. You know that.” Again he nods. “Alright. So our show if for him?”
“Please. Don’t ask me anymore. I can’t..tell you..about all of this.”
“Alright. I won’t, but sooner or later you have to tell more, or someone, about this. Mason you’re running away from it, and you can’t run forever. Stop and let someone help you with whatever this is.”
“A picture for the paper Mr. Weathers?” They both turn to the voice. “Sure,” he says smiling and leaning closer to Gabby. They kiss across the table, and he takes the picture. “It will be online tonight and in the papers tomorrow. Thank you!”