Chapter 88
There’d be a few key moments at this townhouse. The centerpiece extended and opulent sex scene, for one. The fight when Stephen caught that courier leaving and demanded to know what Will—his Will, his clever and fragile Will—had been up to. Will would tell him, though not after shouting back words about not being breakable, refusing to be smothered in cotton wool, trying to save Stephen’s life.
Stephen would swear like the sailor he was and explode with outraged protectiveness and finally let shoulders slump and give in: Will wouldn’t be the man he loved without that core of self-sacrificial daring, and if Will had to summon all that courage to watch Stephen throw himself into the war effort, well—
Stephen could do no less.