Be it unrequited fascination with his straight best friend or impossible fantasies of rekindled interest with his heartbreaking ex, Mason has no clue why the perfect connection seems to keep slipping through his fingers. When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing -- rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel.<br><br>Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion -- an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

Second Star to the Right

“I’m not really sure,” Jack said finally. “My mom didn’t do stuff like that. It seems kind of…sexual, I guess.”


Mason chuckled. “It does? So what you’re saying is…” he dragged his fingertips over the top of Jack’s foot, behind ankle and kneaded Jack’s heel with slow, deep circles, “…that this turns you on?”


Jack cocked his head and frowned, reflected colour from the television screen dancing across his face. “I like men. A sexy version of that gender is touching my bare skin. Of course it turns me on.”


Mason rolled his eyes, using his thumb to continue working at muscle and tendon while he wrapped his other hand around Jack’s foot to transfer heat. “Well, thanks for the lie. But don’t bother blowing smoke up my ass.”


“I—” Jack cut himself off with a sigh. “You know what? Whatever.” He reached for the remote and began to flashback over the scenes. “I’m missing the movie.”


Chapter 20