Chapter 22

Robert came back under the shade and sat beside him. “Probably best we stay here. Do you burn easily with all that gorgeous pale skin?”

“I have no idea. I have rarely been out in the sun. How many men have you been with then?” The words were out before he could think.

Robert looked puzzled for a moment, and then tilted his head with a wicked smile. “Do you want the dirty details?”

“Most certainly not.” He did.

“Well, there have not been that many. There are quite a few chaps like us, but you have to be so terribly cautious.”

“Quite a few?” It wasn’t just him?

“For a long time I thought it was just me and there was something dreadfully wrong with me.” He flashed a boyish smile at Milo. “Did you?”

Milo nodded, no doubt with his mouth open.

“Then I saw two of the farm hands where I grew up. They were both big strapping lads, probably seventeen or eighteen, and I adored them. I used to follow them everywhere.” He paused, apparently lost in reflection.