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226 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2009
He could just imagine Orlando during the conversation about Oscar Wilde in the bar—being clueless, missing the subtle signs of someone manifesting their attraction to him, nodding in exactly the wrong places and making the insinuation that he would be interested in an encounter.But watching him bloom into a freer creature that experienced joy, smiled and laughed was worth it. Beautiful.
Halfway down he realised that he was very probably going to die and however would Orlando explain it to his mother? Very sorry, Mrs. Stewart, but needless to say he was arsing about as usual.
The man had made it plain that he didn’t want to put them in any jeopardy while they were away from St. Bride’s and that included no indulging in sex.
Or what passed for sex between them as, despite the fact they’d been lovers for months, they’d still not achieved bodily union. Jonty was becoming, if not desperate, then extremely anxious to have a proper consummation.
Making love to Orlando over the last few months had proved a revelation, the man having depths of emotion that could hardly be guessed at by looking at his stern exterior.