Noah lay still, his eyes open, focusing on the man lying up against him. With the sliver of moonlight peeking through the blinds, and the blanket half hanging off the bed, he enjoyed the view of Mason’s naked body. Noah let his hand slip up Mason’s hip. He absorbed the warmth radiating off Mason’s skin. How had he gotten so lucky? A little over a year ago, he fled Mason’s house like a scout done with a mission, never planning to see the man again. Now he lay in his bed, wrapped in his arms, and never wanted to let him go.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure if Mason felt the same way. He had acted strangely when Noah had shown up. Noah wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been tears or the sad expression Mason had worn.
The thoughts of the talk he had to have with Mason swum through N
