Chapter 32: Chapter 32

“That was not what you were about to say.” Mason kissed his neck. “Damn, you smell so good.”

Otho swallowed, his hands wandering over Mason’s back. “Maybe…erm…we should—” Mason cut him off with another kiss, his tongue teasing, his lips divine. Then he stopped and looked into Otho’s eyes.

“You want me to go?” There was uncertainty and maybe a little hurt in his voice. “Is that what you’re trying to say? I’m a bit slow, never good at sensing when I’m not welcome, and I know I’m…too much, too clingy—”

“No!” Otho hugged him closer. Too much?Whoever had told Mason he was too much ought to be punished. “No. I want you to stay.”

“Stay?”

Otho’s pulse was speeding up. Perhaps he’d read Mason all wrong. “Spend Christmas with me?”

“Here?” Mason’s eyes widened. “You’d allow me to stay?”