He didn’t stop, but Anton’s hand definitely slowed. “Mason…you shouldn’t.” His thick lashes lifted, and his soft gaze slid up Mason’s bare arms, flickered across his chest, then settled on his face. “This isn’t why I offered the shed as a hideaway for you.”
It was a gentle reminder, but Mason didn’t know exactly who the reminder was for. He held up his fingers with a small, forced smile. “Just a piece of lint. That’s all.”
But Anton wasn’t looking away.
“And the other night? At the pool? That was very dangerous for us.”
“I know. But…” Mason stopped. He didn’t have anything else to add. He couldn’t offer an explanation, because Anton knew exactly what happened. He couldn’t offer an apology, because he wasn’t sorry. “Did you…were you watching the whole time?”
Slowly, Anton shook his head. “Only after Pedra had to go make the phone call. I was…trying not to when she was touching me.”