Fics like of love, your kiss (those hands, those eyes divine)

It would be easier, Nathaniel thinks, if James would get married. But every suitor, no matter how handsome or beautiful or rich or intelligent, he refused. “Why do you not marry?” Nathaniel had asked him once. James had smiled at him over his tumbler of gin, his amber eyes dancing in the firelight of nearby torches. Instead of answering, he’d asked, “Why do you not marry, my dear friend?” Nathaniel’s cheeks had warmed, and he had stuttered through his answer. “I will—I shall. I’m just…” he gestured out with his glass, looking out over the gardens, “waiting for the right person.” The truth was he’d always been content to spend his life buried in his books. Until James had come along. Beautiful, confident James, who was everything Nathaniel never knew he wanted in a companion. James had reached out, steadying Nathaniel's hand, clinking his tumblr against James’s glass. He’d stared right into Nathaniels' wide eyes as he said softly, “As am I.” He’d held Nathaniel’s gaze, and for one wild, desperate moment, Nathaniel thought James may lean in and kiss him. But James had only lifted his glass to his mouth for another sip, before standing up and offering his arm to Nathaniel to return back to the house.

Fics like of love, your kiss (those hands, those eyes divine)

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