Chapter 10A faint, ticklish sensation along his forearm woke Jack. He flinched under the touch and snatched the wrist attached to that touch before his eyes even blinked open to the dark of his bedroom from the wrong angle. Everything kinda itched and he was sore all over. The wrist in his hand tugged until he slid out of his grasp and eased its fingers between his own. Then Jack’s brain engaged with the world.
He twisted his head around until he could see over his shoulder just as lips pressed warm to his shoulder blade, careful and easy, dropping kisses as though they had the rest of time to do this and nothing else. Mason’s fiery red hair was ruffled in all sorts of directions and then those glittering brown eyes peeked at him from over the curve of his shoulder, crinkled at the outer
