Student of letters, Micah Yardley wants one thing: to meet the poet Jefferson Dering. After hearing his idol speak at Harvard, Micah travels to Jefferson’s home in nearby Wroxham, entertaining visions of discussing poetry over dinner and drinks. What he experiences exceeds anything he ever anticipated.<br><br>Jefferson finds Micah mesmerizing and passionate, everything he has ever wanted. But after getting caught in a compromising position with another young man a decade earlier, he exiled himself from Boston and from affairs of the heart. Jefferson represses his longing for Micah, but his tumultuous emotions cannot be contained.<br><br>Micah denies the truth of his desire for Jefferson. Jefferson refuses to act on his passion for Micah. But all it takes is a single kiss in Wroxham's haunted church to change the course of their lives ... and ignite the flame that could fulfill a generations-old promise.

A Hidden Beauty

“It took you four months to fall in love with me,” Jefferson said, his mouth dry. “But I fell much sooner than that.”


Surprise gleamed in Micah’s eyes. “It would probably be uncouth of me to ask when that happened, I suppose.” He bent to step out of his trousers, his cock, thick and hardening before Jefferson’s eyes, heavy against Micah’s thigh. “Though I must admit to being eager to know the answer.”


Jefferson licked his lips. “I think it was the moment before I kissed you. Right before my lips touched yours, my heart was gone.”


“It’s not gone.” Micah climbed into the tub, awkwardly placing his legs outside Jefferson’s in order to fit. He lay forward, aligning their bodies, and gripped the rim on either side of Jefferson’s shoulders, gently rocking so that their pricks rubbed along each other beneath the water. “I have it. And I shall treasure it with everything that I have.”


Chapter 67