Ethlando, who was trying to calm himself down, lay on the study's armchair, but his emotions couldn't settle for a long time.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Halueth's flushed face would appear in his mind. Every expression of his, his tender and enticing body, the involuntary moans and gasps when he caressed him...
The more he tried to restrain himself from thinking about him, the more he longed for him.
The frustration he felt in this lifetime came entirely from Halueth's stubbornness and coldness.
Actually, even if he had to deceive him.
At least give him a glimmer of hope, so he wouldn't feel helpless in front of him.
As Ethlando recalled the first half of his life, in matters of the heart, he had always been the one surrounded. He had never learned to please, never sought to be gentle, and he had never even tried to like another man.
