Thomas had never paid much mind to Downton’s parties. Given that there was a war on, the Crawley’s drinks soiree seemed rather frivolous. The only member of the family who had any concept of the hell that was raging across Europe was…
“Captain Matthew Crawley.”
Thomas turned to see Matthew enter the Drawing Room, looking very dapper in his dress uniform. The man was a vision. Handsome, smart and dashing. Thomas felt himself grow hot. Matthew Crawley in that uniform was Thomas’ fantasy made flesh, and he was fortunate enough to see it.
As he passed him, Matthew smiled seductively.