Chapter 3
The winter months seemed all the longer due to Brennus’s inability to see Cyprian. They’d managed one last meeting as the first snows dusted the dark ridges of the fields. The woods had gone silent, but for the odd bark of a fox. The bears had gone into hibernation, and the birds had flown south. The trees stood bare and the ground lay muddy.
“I’ll miss you,” said Brennus, shivering a little even though Cyprian laid behind him, his c**k still inside him despite the fact their lovemaking had ended.
“I’ll miss you more than I can say,” said Cyprian, kissing the back of Brennus’s neck. “We haven’t been able to see each other more than half a dozen times, but I think about you all the time. At night, I dream of us together, living together, as a couple. And I have to tell you—” he
