Anthony had always known he was bisexual. Not that he was bothered by it, it was common knowledge that liaisons happened between the boys at Eton, but tutors would look the other way if one was discreet. He had had his share of women over the years and he didn’t feel as though these meetings with his own sex were anything to agonise over. As far as Anthony was concerned, he would marry and his wife would simply turn a blind eye.
Which was why now, with his body pressed up against Charles’, Anthony let himself be carried to bliss.