Richard
As we enter the beautiful mirrored room, all a-glimmer with candlelight, the three are there, awake and.... occupied....
Michael sits to one side, a glass of wine in hand, but he's watching James and Charlotte, entwined in the sheets of the huge bed which takes up most of the room....
Ye Gods....
The expression on their two faces....
When Charlotte, kneeling before me, looked up, I saw…. Lust…. Desire…. Whatever you want to call it....
But that is not what I see now, or at least, it is a minor part of what I see.
Adoration?
Outright worship?
And James is the same. For a man who normally wears a mask for a face, the naked emotion there is almost embarrassing.
Love like that is rare....
And yet, no jealousy?
Complete trust?
And it comes home to me, what it must have cost
