Today I'm sharing a snippet from The Artist's Masquerade. We're in Cathal's point of view here.
He knocked on the suite’s door and entered at Amory’s call. There was an undercurrent of laughter in his voice that Cathal could discern even though the words were muffled. When he walked inside, he found Philip and Amory on the couch, Amory curled into Philip’s side, one of Philip’s arms holding him there as he tried to rise. Amory was smiling, his gaze filled with affection as he looked at Philip, and Cathal was suddenly hit with a bolt of something like jealousy. Not that Philip had Amory, though Amory was certainly beautiful, but that Philip and Amory had that bond. Theirs was a marriage of love and support. And for the first time maybe, Cathal admitted how much he wanted that for himself.