Mason had travelled the roads so many times in his life that he was sure he could it with his eyes closed. Not that he would have opted for that choice this round though. Not when the view to his right was so damn fine.
Chance had been generous. Jack had the kind of build that made Mason’s guts tighten in anticipation. The things Mason wanted to do, that were running through his mind as Jack slept in the passenger seat like he was some kind of gift placed there by the gods, were things Mason had thought he’d given up on a long time ago. Things that had gotten too hard to keep looking for. Things that were easier to give up on than to actively miss.
A sigh cut through the car like it was an actual knife hissing through the air, and Jack reached up to tug off the glasses that hid his eyes.
