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

Change the subject, Mason told himself. Change the fucking subject. “You’ve been with a lot of men?”


Jack answered with a laugh and a sideways glance.


“So, out of curiosity,” Mason shifted in the loveseat to look at Jack directly, “if you could do anything with another man what would it be? What’s your preference?”


“Either.” Mason paused, thought. “Both.”


“Yes,” Mason nodded emphatically. “Completely honest.”


Jack shook his head, his face softening into a grin. “You’ll think it’s pretty boring.”


“You will.” He stopped to catch Mason’s eyes with his own. “But that’s okay. I won’t mind.” He slid closer, until both their knees touched. “My favourite non-sex thing to do with another guy is this. Just sitting around not doing anything but hanging with each other. Talking. Eating. Not having to worry about what you look like or if you’re coming across the right way. Taking off the slut mask, so to speak.”


Chapter 31