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When we reached the sidewalk, he turned toward me so suddenly I startled.
“I guess this is goodnight,” he said. “I’ll see you Saturday to get started on that work at your house.”
“Okay…”
He clapped my upper arm. “Bye, Mase.”
Before I could answer, he spun on his heel and walked down off into the darkness. Okay. I guess we were pretending nothing happened, then.
That was for the best.
I couldn’t help wishing that maybe Ford would have liked the kiss. Wanted to kiss me again, even.
But that was a pipe dream. Because Ford was straight, and I’d just gone and fallen for him like a huge cliche.
I turned and trudged to my car, for once hardly noticing the chill in the air. I was too numb.
CHAPTER 18
Ford
I wokehard and aching Friday morning.
That wasn’t new—the most action I got lately was with my hand—but the visceral memory of Mason’s lips was. I didn’t know a guy’s lips could be so soft.
He’d made this sound in his throat when I’d first kissed him, and it kept replaying in my mind.
It was deep and raspy, but so soft.
My dick throbbed.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away my arousal. I didn’t do this. Didn’t get hard over guys. Didn’tkissmen.
Except you did…
I grabbed my phone and pulled up the web browser, intent on finding some porn to set me straight.
Straightbeing the operative word.
I typedporn women straight guyinto the Google search, one hand wrapping around my aching cock in anticipation. My body thrummed with need that had been building all night. I’davoided jerking off last night. It would have been weird to do it right after?—
I shut that thought down, squeezing my cock in my right fist.
A pulse of pleasure went through me.
“Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer!” Charlie’s voice wailed in the hallway. “Had a very shiny nose! Like a lightbulb!”
I groaned with regret and pulled my hand from between my legs and closed my web browser. Private morning time was up.
“And if you ever saw it…saw it! You would even say it glows! Like a lightbulb!”
My arousal drained away as I laughed at Charlie’sterriblesinging voice.
A good thing too because a second later my door flew open, and Charlie ran in.
“Christmas Carols at seven in the morning, huh?”
She dove onto the bed. “Yep! You needed to wake up. It’s time for breakfast!”
