Jeremy sat by the fire in his chamber, wrapped in a blanket listening to the wind howl and the rain lash the windows. February had to be the most wretched month. He pulled it closer around him as he heard David’s footsteps on the corridor outside and heard him hesitate before entering. He steeled himself.
The door opened, and in he came. Impossibly handsome, unbearably distant.
“What are you doing?” His low voice was tired.
“I’m cold.”
David looked at the bed pan handles sticking out of the covers on the bed. “Let’s get into bed and I’ll warm you.”
Jeremy hesitated.
“What?” David asked warily.
“I can’t do it again.”
David’s eyes widened. “I see. Might I ask why?”
Jeremy’s heart sank. He took a deep breath. “Because…”
“Are you withholding favours until I give you pretty words, is
