Chapter 14

Then there was the other issue. He felt no desire for intimacy with a woman—not as he felt it for Nathaniel. He had never found the female form of interest. Yes, their breasts, at times, intrigued him. He could even imagine feelings of arousal at the thought of touching them. But, beyond that there was nothing. Rebecca’s breasts were small. Rather like a man’s chest actually,he thought. Perhaps that would work in his favor when the time came.

The knock on the back door of the grammar school was so soft, that Jonathan, engrossed in his thoughts, barely heard it. He raised his head hopefully and looked around. When it was not repeated, he sighed deeply, shrugged his shoulders and decided it was the wind or a mouse. Then it came again, louder. He knew instantly who would be there when he opened the door. His heart beat in his throat.