Sebastian turned to look at him quizzically. “Everything okay?”
Great. Wesley had apparently made a sound, and not even a sexy one but a concerning one. “Just ready for bed.”
Sebastian’s lips curled up in a slightly wicked smile. “Tired?” he asked innocently, like his foot hadn’t just slid up the back of Wesley’s calf.
Arthur and Rory were focused on each other, Rory telling Arthur he had to try the cucumber sandwiches.Wesley dropped his voice to something lower and quieter. “Tired of not having you to myself.”
Sebastian leaned in. “Well, you know, I heard we’re going to have a bigger bed tonight because this handsome, thoughtful viscount has reserved a whole inn for the four of us.”
“Thoughtful and handsome? You’re not talking about any viscounts I’ve met,” Wesley said dryly.
“I’ll have to introduce you to him, then,” Sebastian said. “But I should warn you that he’s already taken.”
“Oh, he is?” Wesley’s lips curled up, a warmth in his chest that was part desire, part something else he couldn’t quite name. “Got himself a viscountess, does he?”
Sebastian grinned. His foot traced up the inside of Wesley’s leg, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine, and that was it, they’d waited long enough.
Wesley stood up. “Well, you two have your keys and we have ours. Goodnight.”
Arthur gave him an unimpressed look. “We should talk about tomorrow—”
“Breakfast is at eight. I don’t want to see another person until then.” Wesley grabbed Sebastian’s sleeve. “Come on, hurry up.”
Sebastian’s grin had turned amused. “You just said you didn’t want to see another person until breakfast—”
“You’re notpeople. Let’s go.”
* * *
“Wes,” Sebastian said, as they crested the stairs to the first floor and walked in step together down the hall. “I was thinking about the ball tomorrow, and—”
“No.”
They stopped in front of the door to a corner room.“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Sebastian protested, as Wesley pulled the key from his pocket.
“Yes I do.” Wesley unlocked the door. “You were going to say you think you don’t need a tailcoat, that you can just wear your tuxedo, but I’m afraid you’re quite mistaken.”
Sebastian folded his arms.
“You’ll be at a hunt ball posing as a count’s son.” Wesley opened the door and held it for Sebastian. “That requires tails. Not a dinner jacket.”
“But—”
“And you cannot pout your way out of this one.”
That got him a dirty look as Sebastian stepped into their room. “I’m not pouting.”
“Now you’re poutingandlying.”
Wesley closed the door behind him. Tension seemed to literally leave his limbs as he turned the lock in the door, forming a barrier between the world outside and the warm, cozy world made up of just him and Sebastian. He’d never had something like this before, never known that the place one could feel most at home might not be a place at all, but with a person.
Their room was spacious, with a small seating area on one side and a large bed on the other, with its headboard against the wall. Windows filled the other two walls, but the curtains were thankfully already drawn and the radiator had the room warmed to a comfortable temperature.
Sebastian set his cap on the back of a wingback chair. “But I already have a tuxedo.”
“AndI’vealready called my tailor,” Wesley said, balancing his own hat on the hat stand. “Mr. Lloyd will behere in the morning. There won’t be time for something bespoke, but he’ll see you properly dressed.”
Wesley stepped into their sitting area, and Sebastian moved closer, most of the space between them disappearing. “You know I look ridiculous in the tailcoat and top hat, yes?”
