Why bother with this charade? Eduard wondered. His mind tortured itself over that one little question, and his body burned for Reza’s absent touch. Whycome back after all these years just to disappear amid the trappings of Eduard’s life? Why torment him so?
Shortly after lunch, he gave up. If Reza wanted him, he knew where to find him—he would retire to his bedroom and stay there the rest of the day. With weary steps, Eduard trudged down the hall to his chambers, looking forward to the soft mattress and clean sheets of his bed. Perhaps he’d prop open the veranda door and strip out of his sweaty clothing to lie, nude, on his bed and let the gentle breezes play across his body. He could let the sigh of the leaves and the distant crash of waves on the shore lull him to sleep. At some point, perhaps he’d wake to kisses, and a strong hand gently easing between his legs…