Thinking of Alexander doesn't really make the.... situation any better.

"He could have been back by now," says Laurens. "If his errand was simple, and there was no trouble."

What a terribly erotic thing it is to have the taste of Burr's milk on his tongue, to know the little pebbled shape of his nipple, to stroke the swell of his breast.

Oh, Lord.

He breathes in. "I hope you'll forgive me, but I've just thought of an errand I must run. Right now. For about a quarter-hour." He gently but firmly shifts Burr off of him and onto the bedrolls. "I won't return before then."

That should be enough time to find a bit of private space, at least.