Major Oliver Thornley never expected to see the man who saved his life at the battle of Waterloo again. He certainly never expected to fall over him in the street. When Thornley stumbles over a pile of rags, he is horrified to discover it is the man who dragged him from the battlefield to safety.<br><br>Taking the man back to his Mayfair home, Thornley nurses Daniel back to health as he battles with his own forbidden desires. Then he learns Daniel shares his feelings, as well. Though it feels so right when they are in each other’s arms, Thornley knows their mutual secret could see them hang.<br><br>Is there a way for them to be together despite the class difference that separates them? Can he admit he’s fallen in love before Daniel leaves for good?

Fallen

They clung together, trembling and sweating. Hearts pounding, legs like jelly. Daniel pushed his face into Oliver’s neck and Oliver kissed his temple.


“Christ,” Oliver muttered and kissed him again. Their bodies were still melded together, Daniel’s pale, hairless chest pressed against his own. The dusting of hair that covered his own body looked particularly dark against him. Daniel moved, surprising him when he backed away. He turned his back, rubbing one hand over the top of his head. Muscles rippled across his shoulders and his backside was taught and muscular. Oliver waited. He had no idea what to say, what to do, so he waited. Daniel was not the sort that could be rushed. He was quiet, steady, and intelligent as well as being remarkably stubborn. When Daniel stooped and picked up his nightshirt Oliver followed suit. Being clothed made things feel less exposed, even in just a nightshirt.


“No need to be. Stop calling me sir.”


Chapter 9