“She was serious about killing me?” Mason’s face was expressionless, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.
“What? No. Did she say that?” She would have. Joslyn was the best friend he’d ever had, but sometimes she took her job of protecting him a little too seriously.
“More hissed it when you weren’t listening.”
Otho chuckled. “I meant the part about me not letting you out of my sight.”
“Really? You’d let me stay?” He blinked a little too fast and Otho wondered yet again if he’d read the situation all wrong.
“I’d love you to stay.”
The kiss was more aggressive than the previous ones and Otho made a sound of surprise.
“Sorry.” Mason ran a thumb over his lips and grinned, making Otho’s heart skip a beat. “I really, really want to stay, but—” Oh here it comes. Otho steeled himself for the rejection, “—you’re not asking out of pity, are you?”
“What? No. Why would you think that?” Otho ran his hands over Mason’s back.