Chapter 20
His excitement rose. The force of the longing startled Henri. He’d never hungered for others the way he’d watched clients salivate over his auntie’s boarders. He dropped his gaze to where his maroon stockings bulged. No, pleasures were for noblemen with coin. Henri had to focus. The only thing he longed to taste was the Italian’s recipe for gelato. That was it. His tongue moistened his lips. Where were they again? His uncle’s velvet felt too heavy and hot all of a sudden. Henri realized the entire party had faded away, like a worn tapestry.