Chapter 8Relishing his current state of lassitude, Nathan felt utterly content with Percy sprawled half-across him. The afternoon light gilded Percy’s sunny locks and transformed his pale limbs to alabaster like a classical statue. However, there was nothing cold or remote about the weight of Percy’s warm body or his recent enthusiastic performance in Nathan’s bed.
Turning his head to witness his lover’s naked glory, Nathan felt a mild stirring of desire, regarding the tossed and tumbled sheets artlessly framing the tempting curve of Percy’s buttocks.
“I must make a move,” Percy muttered unconvincingly into Nathan’s chest, making no effort to act on his intention.
Nathan ran a hand through his lover’s disordered curls, thinking him lovelier after his exertions. When appealed to, Nathan
