Lessons of Desire
“Elliot woke to air cleansed and fresh, blowing the drapery at the window the dawn light still held a silvery cast that muted the forms in his chamber.
He rose and pulled on a robe. He went to the writing table and flipped through some papers there. Last night in a fit of inspiration he had written for hours. Now he barely remembered what words he had used. He read several pages quickly, impressed that they were not half bad.
He looked to the bed. Phaedra had been here when he sat down to write. When had she left? He could not remember. That was not like him. He did not suffer from the curse of losing hold on the world when he retreated into his mind.
Except that last night he had. In doing so he had wasted one of the last truly free nights with Phaedra. He would make sure they found some privacy on the ship home, but the need for discretion would be clumsy and awkward. Here in Naples no one worried about such things.
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