Chapter 8
They ran through the house to the bedroom because it was bloody freezing. Harry kept hold of Charlie’s hand as he ran behind him. It was a lovely house. Soft, thick carpet, shiny polished wood. It felt like a home. Something inside Harry ached. Charlie stopped outside what looked like a bedchamber door and turned. His face was soft in the candlelight, his hair pale.
“This is my chamber.” He touched the door.
“Well, let’s get in there. I’m freezing my c**k off out here.” He huddled against the warmth of Charlie’s body and smiled when he was held tight.
“What?” he asked when Charlie didn’t move.
Charlie kissed his temple. “I’ve never had a man in my house before, in my chamber, so I am savouring the moment.”
Something akin to panic shivered down Harry’s spine at the feeling o
