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

“Thank you though,” Mason went back to playing with the yolk, his interest in actually putting the goo in his mouth fading. “I appreciate what you’re saying.” He smirked at the word. “See? I can appreciate things.”


He watched Jack layer egg over top of ham, consider for a moment, and then steal a piece of Mason’s toast with a wink. “And see? I can actually eat bread.”


Mason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Did you just say that to make what I said sound ridiculous?”


“One will never know.” Jack dropped the toast on top of the pile on his plate, stuck his fork under it and flipped the whole mess upside down, chuckling at Mason’s questioning expression. “Toast must be on the bottom.”


Jack looked up with a cartoonish grin. “Bottoming?”


“Saying things that should be said…” Mason corrected, pausing to wait for Jack to stop leering. “Thank you. For last night. And the date and what not. I had a good time and I’m glad you came with me.”


Chapter 28