Chapter 5
Sebastian lay in his comfortable bed. Stone cold sober, and miserable as hell. It was warm, so he had the windows thrown open and the night jasmine wafted through the room and made him think of Hawkins. Lord, but the man was so buttoned up. From his immaculate hair, to the tips of his immaculate boots he was so consummately aristocratic. So in control and capable. Sebastian had to admit to himself that he really did have a thing for intelligent, capable men. Particularly capable men who had a look of a schoolmaster. Particularly men like Captain Charles Hawkins.
He wondered idly what the man looked like beneath his clothes. Would he be pale and skinny, or sleekly muscled? Would his chest have dark hair? Sebastian’s lips curled in a smile as his c**k perked up considerably at th
