Chapter 11

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.