EpilogueFriedrich’s joy carried him for a long stretch of time, but there came eventually the inevitable consequence of standing close to Nathan for the better part of half an hour, the scent of his leather jacket in Friedrich’s nostrils and the feel of his lean, muscular back under Friedrich’s hands.
When he felt able, Friedrich leaned away from where he had been standing with his face tucked into the juncture of Nathan’s jaw. He bit his lip and caught Nathan’s eye coquettishly. “Do you remember,” he began, drawing his hands from under that damned jacket to splay out across Nathan’s chest, “a few minutes ago, when you said all those lovely things about wanting my heart, and my mind, and my soul?”
Nathan was smiling down at him, clearly aware that something was on Friedrich’s mind and wi
