Chapter 2: …and Men
Efren
As Efren expected, based on what he’d been told of Marcelo’s typical daily activities, the younger man held up well during their first morning’s travels. Still, as they crossed a bridge over a sizable creek and approached another roadside campground where they would pull in for the night, Marcelo’s face looked tight from the strain of being in the saddle all day long. He appeared weary enough that his not-so-stealthy glances from that morning had ceased.
Which was more disappointing than Efren would have expected it to be. Those glances had warmed his heart.
Much as Efren had hoped for a genial relationship with his new husband, he hadn’t expected the adoration he’d seen in the man’s eyes. Lovers he’d had in the past had certainly looked at him with lust-fille
