“Oh. Okay.” Mason’s demeanor had Noah wanting to ask what exactly the errands were, but he held back, instead feigning focus on the charcoal.
“I think they’re ready.” Mason turned to grab the meat. He seemed to relax. Maybe Noah read more into the errands than he should.
With the meat cooking and Mason still focused on the cooker, he asked, “You want soda, or would you rather take your caffeine in coffee form?”
“Soda works. Thanks.”
Mason came back with the soda and held it out to Noah. As Noah leaned in to grab the can, so did Mason, pecking a quick kiss on Noah’s lips. Then Mason moved back, his eyes closed, and a smile on his face. “Mmm.”
Noah craved more. He leaned closer, this time taking the kiss further. His lips locked onto Mason’s. Noah’s tongue quickly searched for its mate.
