Chapter 13
David watched Jeremy polish off his baked apple, and eye the macaroons which had been placed to one side. His lover had a prodigious appetite. He ate with enthusiasm, joy, and a sense of exploration in exactly the same way he met everything in life, it seemed. There was an innocent pleasure in everything he engaged with that was singularly refreshing in a world where it was fashionable to be bored.
His lover. David had to breathe steadily at the panic that feathered around the edges of his chest. It was only temporary. It could only be temporary. He had no business thinking it could be anything else. When they arrived in London he had every intention of installing Jeremy in his rooms on Piccadilly, where he usually took his personal business, but it had felt wrong. Not because
