Otho reveled in the solid feel of Mason’s body against his. Joslyn would b***h to the end of eternity when Mason left and Otho sulked, but it didn’t stop him. Slowly, he pulled Mason flush against his chest at the same time as he leaned into him. He tilted his head a fraction.
Mason’s breath ghosted over his skin and he wet his lips in what could’ve been a nervous gesture. Otho tried catching his eyes to see if a kiss would be welcomed. He always misread situations like this, which was the main reason he’d moved out here. Too many times had he given his heart only to watch Prince Charming get out of his bed the next morning with a thanks and see you around. Kisses the morning after weren’t always welcome.
All thoughts fled his mind when Mason gripped his arm and met his gaze. His hazel e
