A Marvellous Light (The Last Binding, #1)

by Freya Marske

Because it wasn’t the physical act alone. It was the way he felt watching Edwin read; it was the feeling he had every time his eyes sought Edwin in a room and landed on any angle of the man’s face, any movement of those delicate fingers: There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.

It didn’t take long to become so accustomed to something that you could describe the exact shape of its absence.