He glanced at Leo now, with his sublime little bottom perched on the corner of Pete’s desk, and saw him totally at home with a far from attractive middle-aged man—he had been his lover and done a hundred things with him that Nick still only dreamed of, time and time again. Nick didn’t know how it had ended, or when; they seemed to share the steadiness of something both long established and over, and he envied them, although it wasn’t quite what he wanted himself.
