Chapter 9The next day, Jace was staring at the screen, trying to make sense of the text in the email, but he’d left his brain at home. All he could think about was Paxton—the touch of his skin, the taste of him, the sound of his moans.
Jace was the biggest i***t in the universe. He didn’t know why he hadn’t allowed Paxton to touch him the day before. He’d loved being the only one touching him in the kitchen, but after. Why hadn’t he allowed Paxton to touch him after?
He’d stayed all evening. They watched a movie, and Odin had only hissed at him a few times, but Jace doubted he’d be back. He’d gotten what he wanted now, hadn’t he?
He read the first sentence of the email again.
“Need a snack?”
Jace almost gave himself whiplash as he stared at Paxton. He held up a bag of pretzels and smi
