A week had passed since Lord Jethro and Grey had finally been honest with each other, finally letting the truth of their feelings lay bare.
And while there had been a brief moment of peace, a fragile calm after the storm of uncertainty that had been driving him insane, that didn't mean the hunger and the craving for Grey, had vanished.
If anything, it had only grown stronger.
He wanted Grey more than anything. He needed him, even when he chastised himself, calling himself a hypocrite every time the thought of Grey in that way surfaced.
But no matter how many times he repeated the word in his mind, it had no power to stop him.
So he told himself he would do nothing. No matter how much he wanted Grey, he would remain still, lock himself away, letting the ache fade without acting on it, he convinced himself it would.
