“This is really nice,” John said, admiring the view from the master bedroom of the rented beach house.
They’d finished dinner, consisting of a frozen pizza and salad, cleaned up the kitchen, and had showered to get rid of the sunscreen residue. Mason had just flipped the switch to turn on the gas fireplace.
“Yeah, it is. But you know what? I think I like your place better.” Neither of them had bothered to get re-dressed after the shower. Mason had pulled on his terry-cloth robe and John just wore a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You like my place better? It’s tiny compared to this.”
“I think that’s part of what I like about it. This place is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it’s cold, impersonal. Your place has a lived-in feel.”
John grinned and wrapped his arms around Mason’s mid
