Chapter 58

Adrenaline surged through Mason’s body, his heart pounded in his ears and his anger sizzled. What the hell had gone through Noah’s brain—picking a fight with five guys? They could have killed him. And what the hell had they been thinking, taking on one guy? “Son of a fuck.”

Noah kept his eyes closed as Mason checked him.

“I’m sorry.” Noah sounded like a wounded animal.

“Shh. Shh. You don’t need to be sorry. You’re okay.” Mason leaned over and placed a kiss on Noah’s forehead. If Mason went any closer to Noah’s lips, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Mason believed the beatings had started as a way for Noah to punish himself, and the only reason Mason could think Noah felt he needed to be punished was because he liked men instead of women. Fuck. How could Mason help Noah accept that part of himself? Mason didn’t know if that was even possible. How would Mason get through to Noah, get him to understand who he was, and that what he felt was okay? Help him accept he was normal?