The urge to follow rose again, like an invisible string tugged at his chest, trying to entice him to go with Jack. It was the same feeling he had every time he thought about Jack or stood at the front door. The need to wrap himself in the warmth of this house and the man in it. He couldn’t explain it beyond that and it confused Mason so much. Jack wasn’t that familiar to him, which meant there wasn’t a reason for him to be so content in the man’s home.
Jack stomped back into the living room in a literal fashion, heavy boots on his feet and thick clothes covering all the handsome parts Mason had gotten a peek at while Jack was in the soft pants and shirt. He kept his thoughts to himself. His friend might object to his opinion that he looked edible first thing in the morning.
“We need to t
