Mason was sitting in the chair in the living room, the sliding door beside him open to let in a breeze that was almost a little too cool still, when he heard the shower stop. He’d opened the door to offset the fact that he’d started an unnecessary fire in the fireplace, but even knowing that it was a stupid gesture, he figured it set a nice mood. Besides, f**k it anyway. He liked fires and he’d never have questioned the idea of starting one if he’d been there alone.
He’d already given too much thought to Jack’s last comment—to the point where he began to doubt his own sanity. It was only s*x. No big deal. He’d done it a hundred times before and he hoped to do it a hundred times again. Once he found someone, of course. When he could come home after work and smile at someone when he walked
