Later in the evening, I was on the back patio. Mason lounged next to me with an arm around my waist and his head next to my shoulder. He lay there as if he were a lion, resting for his next battle. Since Tate had left, he kept a hand on me at all times. It was a possessive touch, not the loving touch from the apartment, but I couldn’t deny the reaction it was having with me. A primal thrill had been burning deep in me. It mixed with a sick excitement.
Everyone else seemed to react to this side of Mason too. They were more alert, a bit more silent than at other parties. Nate hadn’t left Mason’s side since Tate’s arrival either and sat on the other side of him. One of his legs was kicked up to rest on the table in front of us while a few of their guy friends sat in the remaining seats acros
