Otho jumped up and fished out a pair of socks from a drawer. “Here. The bedroom is always a little too cold these days.”
Mason pulled on the socks and smiled a thanks.
“Come on.” Otho grabbed his hand, tugging him away from the bed. He could’ve let go of Mason’s hand as they went into the living room, but he didn’t, and Mason did nothing to pull away. The warmth of the touch sent tingles up his arm.
“Have a seat.” Otho smiled. It was a little stiff, but there was warmth in his eyes. He took out some bread from the pantry and opened the refrigerator. Mason watched curiously, wondering if he’d fill the kitchen with food again. Otho turned and looked at him while holding the refrigerator door open.
Mason smiled, but it slipped away when Otho frowned at him. Shit, perhaps he should leave right now, before breakfast.
Otho closed the refrigerator without taking out anything and stalked out of the kitchen. Mason’s eyebrows shot up. What happened?