Chapter 12

Those clothes would have to serve as a memory of Thomas until I could return to him.

I stretched and ran a hand down my body to cup my cock and balls. I’d wash myself in the morning, but for now I’d keep Thomas’s scent on me for as long as I could.

I yawned so hugely the hinges of my jaw almost locked and took a step toward my bed.

Suddenly I realised I wasn’t alone, and I whirled around to see the gypsy Nicolae standing just inside the window.

“What are you doing here? How dare you?” I took a step toward him, expecting him to back away—I was the taller, after all—but he just stood there, looking me over from top to toe.

It occurred to me I was naked, and I covered my private parts, blushing when I realised how ineffectual that was.

He continued to look me over. His eyes, which had seemed so mundane when I’d first met him, now glowed golden, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from them. My mouth went dry, and I found myself leaning toward him.