As soon as the holidays were over and he knew where he’d be living, he’d have to change his address. For now he’d given the bank the address to the apartment he’d be leaving in a week.
“Perhaps you should’ve stayed at home.” Otho sat down next to him, the bags of groceries still unpacked on the kitchen table. “It was only yesterday you took a swim in the river.”
Mason pushed at his shoulder. “You got cold too.” He moved closer, glancing at Otho as he did. Would he move away if he got too close? Joel never wanted to touch unless they were having sex and even that hadn’t been often.
Reaching out, Mason touched Otho’s cheek. “You even had ice in your beard.”
Otho leaned closer. “You had ice in your eyelashes.”
Time slowed and Mason forgot how to breathe when Otho wet his lips. He met Otho’s gaze, there was a burning intensity there.
“Perhaps I should…” Otho gave a small nod toward the kitchen. “…the groceries.”