“I’d love to.”
“Yeah?”
Otho didn’t know why Mason looked surprised, but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. “Yes. I’d love to meet your family.”
Mason wound his arms around Otho’s neck and kissed him at the same time as there was a knock followed by Joslyn opening the door. “You proposed.” She threw her hands in the air. “Otho, we’ve talked about this—”
“He didn’t propose,” Mason snapped, not realizing Joslyn was joking…mostly joking, at least.
“Despite how she makes it sound, I’ve never proposed to anyone.” Otho wanted him to know that.
“Perhaps not, but he begs people to move in after one date. Run, Mason, run!” Joslyn winked, her blue hair tied up in a messy bun and her cheeks flushed from the cold.
“I don’t want to run.”
Otho tightened his hold around him. “Then you’re trapped.” He grinned and shrugged. “I’ll never let you go now.”