“So I came home late, a bit tired and a bit sore—fencing practice as well, that morning, and some surprisingly physical fight scenes in rehearsals—and I would’ve loved to stay in and have some sort of mildly indulgent food and perhaps read for a while, or, if it were an option, a nice massage, something that’d help with my shoulders…”
Jason immediately started kneading his shoulders. Colby might’ve never loved his future husband more.
“I came in and he got angry with me for being late, because he’d arranged a party with all his friends at the newest nightclub, and of course it was my fault for not knowing that, but I could make it up to him by getting dressed up and then paying for everything—I generally did anyway, not that I minded that, I knew he was having a harder time finding good
