Luke shivered, and it wasn’t because he was cold. 3
For the next few nights, Jourdain kept track of Luke, being careful not to let him know he was around. In doing so, he began to discover what Luke’s life was really like. Having him tell me and seeing it for myself are two very different things.
What bothered him most was watching Luke go into alleys with men, not once but twice. Jourdain knew why—for money—and he didn’t like it. It should be me, and not in some filth-ridden alley but in my bed. In my…life. Eternally.
Jourdain had been infatuated with beautiful young men before, but only once before had it been like this. This was more than infatuation. Was it love? No. It’s too soon for that. Caring, concern, desire? Yes.
The problem was, how could he convince Luke he wanted, at the very least, to help him have a better life? The young man had made it very clear he didn’t trust Jourdain.
Perhaps it’s time to approach him again. But not so blatantly.