Marcelo
Marcelo licked his lips as an exquisite tingle radiated from Efren’s hand at his back, and he shivered as it spread across his skin. He ducked and entered their tent ahead of Efren.
Although he wouldn’t consider himself to be an expert on reading people, Marcelo felt he could trust his instincts when it came to interpreting that expectant glimmer flashing in Efren’s eyes.
It was a most welcomed glimmer. Together with a memory of Efren’s confident smile and gentle touch, remembering that gleam had sustained Marcelo through his ordeal and given him something to live for. A reason to fight for survival.
Would he have fought so hard in his old life, or would he have lain back and accepted his fate with as much courage as he could muster? Before Efren, he’d merely existed. Wafted th
