Circumstance had started us down the path of friendship, and we took to it readily. If anything, we both thrived in the warmth of playful companionship, accepting what we shared because there had been no other choice. As Brian’s girl, Steph had become a wonderful friend, thoughtful, understanding and remarkably giving. And part of our camaraderie developed, I think, because there was never any doubt we could burn a wicked flame of love, drink deep a naughty draught of carnal debauchery for as long as our lust lasted. But in my heart of hearts, I knew we, she and I, could not survive the intimacy. Our friendship would surely be consumed in the flames.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov