Nicholas lay with his arm draped over Harrold’s middle,
slowly tracing the muscles there. How had the accountant/bookkeeper developed
such a physique? It was more suited to a laborer.
The door swung on well-oiled hinges, giving no warning to
the cuddled duo that someone had entered. Terrance curled up behind Nicholas
touching first his thigh, and then Harrold’s, then drawing it up to Nicholas’
shoulder.
His breath curled in Nicholas’ ear as he whispered, “We must
go.”
Nicholas groaned very quietly, but he couldn’t deny the sun
was beginning to be painful. Kissing Harry’s temple, he wished him sweet
dreams.
This scene isn't actually in Gentleman, but it easily could be!
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