‘One moment you want me with a hunger that’s overwhelming. The next you won’t even speak to me, won’t touch me. Like I’m diseased.’ He shakes his head, then looks up at Harry, his eyes blindingly beautiful and raw with hurt. ‘I want you all the time, Harry. This isn’t an experiment for me. It’s how I am. I like boys. I’m a filthy pervert who likes boys. I can’t just go and find a wife and move on. I don’t have that choice.’
