Mason woke slowly, stretched, and breathed in the most wonderful scent—pine and Otho. He looked around the bedroom in the dim light from the strand of tiny light bulbs shining in the window.
Last night had been a bit awkward, or more than a bit. Joslyn had hung around until late in the evening, almost as if she waited for him to leave. Perhaps he should have. Perhaps Otho had wanted him to leave while Mason had waited for Joslyn to leave so they could be alone together.
Next to him, Otho was sleeping, fully dressed, and balancing on the edge of the bed. Mason winced. He hadn’t meant to steal the bed and wasn’t it strange that he’d gone to bed fully clothed when they’d had s*x earlier in the evening?
He probably should’ve left.
It was Christmas morning, of course he should’ve left. Josl
