The Right Mistake

Chapter Three

Mason's POV.

What have I done?

I stared at the naked man on the floor.

Ian.

From the feel of the sheets covering me, I knew I was naked. Had we...? No, no, no, no. This is not good.

Ian finally managed to stand up although awkwardly. "I...um...got to go..."  he stammered walking around the room picking up his clothes.

I was tongue tied watching him. How hadn't I noticed how good he looked before. He was pale and lean. From his lean muscle to his abs. His dirty blonde hair pressed against his face. God he's breathtaking. He started dressing, carefully avoiding my gaze from embarrassment but that only made him more cute.

I frowned in disappointment when he covered his body in jeans and a t-shirt. But fought to remain quiet. What would I say any way? Nice time...? You were great...?  No. Such statements never end well. It's better to remain quiet. Even if it's awkward.

"I'll just...um...uh...go," Ian stammered before practically running out of the room. I sighed falling back on the bed, groaning at the piercing pain in my head. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and began the search for my clothes.

After getting fully dressed I take a deep breath to calm myself before leaving the room. I make my way down the hallway and to the stairs.

The house looked spotless. Like nothing ever happened. I hear voices in the kitchen and make my way there.

"Give me a minute. I can't even stand straight," I heard someone say.

"Inside voices everyone. Inside voices," I heard Malcolm say. I smile when I enter the kitchen but freeze as I take a look at the other occupants.

Ian's eyes turn wide when he spots me in the kitchen entryway. His hand tightly wrapped around a brunette's arm. He was slightly bigger than him-muscle wise but they were the same height.

"Dude, you're squeezing me too tight," the man hissed in pain before turning to look at me. His eyes glowed in recognition, "hey, isn't that the guy you went up with last night?"

Ian blushed and looked away. But before I could say anything he dragged the guy with him out of the kitchen and out the house.

I turn to the lot in the kitchen when I heard a whistle. "Is that the same Ian you told me about? The one whose best friend is married to Rollan?" I nodded my head heading for the coffee maker. "Wow! Now I know why you like dirty blondes so much. But damn, none of them come close to the original."

I frown, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, how long have you had a thing for Ian?"