“You’re the one who shares his room.” His eyes held slow, open speculation. Will felt the air change, as St. Clair’s boy suddenly took on a spectacular new meaning. Deliberately, he loosened his limbs. It was not an approach Will had ever tried with a man before. But you could not share a lodging house for boys and remain innocent of the world. “He’s never offered me one of those.” Will glanced down at Howell’s wrist, then back up again through his lashes.
