Laurent kept his hands shyly to himself, but it was obvious shyness this time, unmistakable as anything else.
Leading the way out of the library, Laurent took him through the lair to his bedroom, no longer hesitant about letting Gansey see it.
The master bedroom of the lair was a gorgeous gothic confection, styled in black and white with accents of gold. There was a sweeping canopy spilling down over the flower shell backboard of the bed, which was large enough to comfortably sleep four people, with black silk covers over white silk sheets. The entire thing was absurdly opulent, and achingly lonely.
Reaching into a wardrobe, Laurent brought out two winter cloaks. He gave the larger, warmer one to Gansey. "You'll need to promise to stay quiet."
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Leading the way out of the library, Laurent took him through the lair to his bedroom, no longer hesitant about letting Gansey see it.
The master bedroom of the lair was a gorgeous gothic confection, styled in black and white with accents of gold. There was a sweeping canopy spilling down over the flower shell backboard of the bed, which was large enough to comfortably sleep four people, with black silk covers over white silk sheets. The entire thing was absurdly opulent, and achingly lonely.
Reaching into a wardrobe, Laurent brought out two winter cloaks. He gave the larger, warmer one to Gansey. "You'll need to promise to stay quiet."