The kiss was nearly chaste, lips soft, breath warm. Mason didn’t press for more, and Anton didn’t offer, but somehow, it felt exactly right. When they parted, some of the sadness was banished from Anton’s eyes, but he didn’t force any more separation between them. He seemed perfectly content for them to be entwined like that, right there on the floor.
“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I agreed to your suggestion yesterday,” he murmured.
“Me neither. And it isn’t exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about all day. But…” Mason touched his brow to Anton’s shoulder for a moment. “Thank you for trusting me.”
The tender brush of Anton’s fingers down his arm made him shiver. “You make it very easy to trust you,” Anton said. “Though I’m surprised you’re being as patient with me as you are. I know I’m a coward.”