Chapter 7
Charles lay sprawled on Harry’s chest. On the rug in front of the fire in his study. He couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. Ever. The younger man had his arms around him tightly, possessively, and for the first time in his life he felt complete. Full; whole. It felt as though this was who he was, this was what he was meant to do. He was meant to love another man and there was nothing that would change that. He knew he couldn’t keep Harry, he had made that plain, but that didn’t stop the welling of feeling inside him. But they had the night, possibly the day tomorrow and he intended to make the very best of it before he too left him.
“Did I hurt you?” Harry whispered a little while later as he sifted gentle fingers through Charles’ hair.
“No. It was wonderful. Thank you.”
“So
