Mason open and closed his mouth, but no words
came out. He just wanted the floor to swallow him up
Parker’s smirk slowly faded and was replaced
by concern. “It’s okay, bud.” He gripped Mason’s biceps. “Dude,
look at me.”
Mason slowly raised his head. “I’m
sorry.”
Parker leaned in and kissed Mason on the
lips. It wasn’t passionate or deep, just reassuring. “For what it’s
worth I think your hair’s kinda sexy, too, how it always seems to
misbehave and…” Parker moved his right hand up and ran his fingers
through Mason’s hair. Mason had to stifle a groan—it felt amazing
to be petted like that.
“Go on. You can touch my hair too, if you
like,” Parker whispered.
With trembling fingers, Mason reached up and
touched the part, widening it slightly. He drew his fingertips
downward, feeling the soft blond strands. “It’s so soft,” Mason
whispered.
“Yeah, I get that from my mom.”
The two then fell silent. Mason didn’t know
what to say. He just stared into Parker’s grey eyes.