And then, abruptly, I could. There was such desperate longing…
Since he’d dropped his little bombshell about liking boys in his bed on occasion and then reading what he’d written, I’d been wondering if he might be interested in thisboy. Granted I was no longer a young man, but I was in excellent physical condition, and although it had been fifteen years since I’d had sex with a man—since Jeremy had died—I rather imagined it was like riding a bicycle, something unlikely to be forgotten.
But no, from what he’d written, I gathered there was someone to whom he was attracted. I’d read that look wrong.
I just wished it was me.
I didn’t realise how long I’d been standing there, silently staring at Remy’s reflection in the window. Abruptly, he moved out of my line of sight and came to stand beside me, crowding me further away from the window, his shoulder warm against mine.
I could have groaned. I’d just gotten my wayward cock under control, and now it reared its head again.