Chapter 318

MASON We sit on opposite ends of the sofa, satisfied but not overfull from the exceptionally good steak and potatoes King cooked. I did offer to help, but he insisted that I do nothing more than drink beer and look good, which I excelled at. I enjoyed watching this giant hulk of a man maneuver nimbly around his kitchen with a dish towel slung over his shoulder and his biceps straining against his T-shirt. It’s obvious he’s at ease in a kitchen, but here and now, with nothing to focus on but me and him and whatever this new thing is between us, he’s clearly uncomfortable. I’m not exactly a relationship kind of guy, but I’ve been on enough dates to feel comfortable sitting like this. Not King though. I slide my bare toes beneath his muscular thigh. “How many relationships have you actually been in?” He sucks on his top lip before he answers. “Only two, I guess.” “Were they serious?” He shrugs, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah. I was engaged to one of them.” I almost spit out the swig of B