Friday 30th June 1978
Christophe ducked into the tent, dropping down to lie facing Edward and then handing him a glass bottle. "Massage oil, and none of that patchouli crap either."
Edward set the bottle down in a hollow by his head, and then reached out to run his hand through Christophe's hair. Julia was right that Edward had always had a weakness for fair hair – as well as nice hands – and Christophe took care of his. Christophe's hair had slightly more of a curl to it than Edward's, falling in soft waves to his shoulders, and it was artfully styled to look as if it had just tumbled that way. Edward knew good hairdressing when he saw it – or felt it – in this case. Wherever Christophe's money came from in the main, a fair proportion went on ensuring he looked exactly as he intended people saw him.
Christophe reached across and cupped his hand round the back of Edward's neck, pulling him into a kiss.
Edward's going to have to be on his best behaviour all summer, so he's entitled to one last fling.
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