Yield Under Great Persuasion

by Alexandra Rowland

Lyford brought him more tea and a book, and then, in one of the most alluring and arousing moves Tam had ever witnessed, left him alone for several hours to nap.

He would have been the nastiest, pettiest, most awful villain. He would have spread insidious gossip about them like poison on a bed of weeds. He would have torn them down. He would have uprooted them and cut them apart and salted the fields behind him.

Who gave him permission to go around in public like that, with his—his—his shiny wheat-gold hair and his eyes and his face?

Gods, what was this shit? Who had he become? Someone who got to sleep in, that was who. Someone who got to be cuddled(?) and kissed(???) by someone who knew damn well that Tam was awful and liked him anyway.