Sunday, his last day at the Fallows estate, proved to be dry, bright, and crisp. Not too cold, and with bright blue winter sunshine. David waited in the hallway of the house with the other guests. Dressed in walking clothes, he settled his sleeves and tried to stop thinking about Jeremy and his tactile delight in squirming against the sheets, in the robe he had given him. It was a favourite of his, the soft fabric and the vibrant hue pleased him, although he rarely wore it. Now he knew why. It belonged to Jeremy Naylor. His face had been a picture when he slid into it, and the violets, blues and pinks made his skin glow and made the violet of his eyes darker. But it was the sheer pleasure and happiness that lit him from within which had touched David. It was rare to see someone so unashame
