Chapter 6
“Nice.” Either Kyle referred to the red flock wallpaper, the size of the bed, or…Heat flooded Mason’s face as Kyle’s glance around the room ended with an obvious inspection of Mason. No doubt about it: Kyle included him in the ‘nice.’
A fleeting sense of delight warmed Mason throughout. Wrong. So wrong. Antonio had died. Mason’s appearance no longer mattered. Not to him. Not to anyone. How someone viewed him made no difference. Admiration was…an unwelcome complication.
Was he vain? Hardly. The idea was almost laughable. Attraction was part of s*x, nothing more. Still, despite his purpose being one of physicality, Mason didn’t see why he shouldn’t be polite.
“Can I get you a drink? There’s water, but…” He hesitated loathed to give up something precious but, considering all Kyl
