Chapter 5
On one hand, Richie wanted this scene to last forever. On the other, he didn’t think he could last much longer. He was a hell of a mess, and he knew it.
It didn’t help being so distracted by Craig, and Craig’s irrepressible appetite. He kept leaning across the table—during which manoeuvre he brushed Richie’s bare arm, time and again—and picking out new hors d’oeuvres. He’d picked up one of the small Cumberland sausage pieces, rich with English herbs and glazed in local honey. In fact, he’d picked up three at once and was feeding them one at a time into his mouth. Then he caught Richie’s barely focused eyes, and smiled at him with a look full of mischievous conspiracy. His neat white teeth tore off a nugget of the tender meat, and a drop of the sweet honey trickled onto his chin
