Afterwards, they lay together in Matthew’s bed. This time, Matthew claimed the pillow, and George’s head rested far more happily—in his opinion, at least—on Matthew’s chest. He wished he could stay there all night, but it wouldn’t do at all. George sighed. “I should get back to my own room,” he said, not making any move to do so.
“Don’t go yet,” Matthew murmured, stroking his shoulder.
“I’ll have to go soon. What will I say to Mrs. Mac if she sees me sneaking out in the small hours?”
“Just tell her I had another nightmare. And ask her what she’s doing, wandering the house in the middle of the night. Quite scandalous in a woman of her mature years.”
“Surely it would be more scandalous if she were younger, and unmarried?”
“Quite probably, but no need to mention that to her. You wouldn’t
