….He just flopped onto the bed and started taking off his shirt. I froze. Hand still wrapped around my dick under the blanket, heart thudding in my chest like I’d been caught stealing. Mason didn’t look at me right away. He pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, then stretched out like he owned the room, sweat still glistening on his stomach. He grabbed his water bottle, took a long sip, and groaned like he’d just fin...