Discreet Young Gentleman by MJ Pearson

Author:MJ Pearson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780982814307
Published: 2010-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Dean tugged at the buttons of his borrowed trousers, frowning down at the nightshirt on his pillow. Where had it come from? Surely Uncle Silas had never left the kitchen since they’d decided which rooms to take. He shrugged. Perhaps Rob had dug the garment up from somewhere. And bless him, he’d started a fire against the damp night, and left a razor and a bowl of water as well.

Dean took his time shaving, examining himself critically in the mirror while he performed the task. Apart from the despised freckles and too-transparent skin beneath them, he supposed he was passable. There was nothing wrong with the shape of his bones, nothing displeasing in the proportion of his features. But could someone like Rob really find him attractive? It was a difficult concept to wrap his mind around. All his life he’d been tormented for his looks, and when even one’s mother thinks one is ugly, it’s hard to accept that someone else might think differently. He mulled over Uncle Silas’s words, and Rob’s earlier.

“She had a bee in her bonnet about her looks …”

“The sun rose and set in you …”

“I shared my mother’s greatest flaw …in the end, it would have brought you closer together.”

He shook his head. Even Minerva had never pretended she found him handsome.

But the eyes that stared back at him from the mirror, it turned out, weren’t an indistinct color that failed to be clear enough to be called green, yet weren’t anything like a deep, rich brown. Hazel, Rob had called them, and admired their gold flecks. That he could almost grasp. But the hated freckles, kisses from the sun? He tried it out in his mind: sun-kissed. Rob had given him a gift, to be able to see himself from a new angle.

Dean finished shaving, then undressed and slipped the undershirt over his head. Such bliss, to be clean, dry and in order again. He looked at the connecting door between the bedchambers. Rob had been so thoughtful of him, the least he could do was check to see that his companion was comfortable, in return. Unless he was already asleep? He tiptoed over to the door and cracked it. Rob was curled up on his side, breathing deep and even. A smile twitched the corners of Dean’s mouth. Rob was damned good at sleeping. He left the door ajar, obeying some instinct he was too tired to examine. Suppose Rob needed him. That was enough.

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