Chapter 11
Though he was hardly demonstrative by nature, Cap found it hard not to find ways to touch Hector in the days that followed the night he tried to escape. Something about the hours they’d spent in the workroom had torn down the walls he normally lived within. His mood was lighter, his temper more level. Not even Doc could annoy him with his grousing about the lack of alcohol on the island.
Their routine hardly changed, either. The only differences came in Diana’s lessons, which Cap now insisted on being a part of, and the hours after he tucked Diana in at the end of the day. Those were spent with Hector, either in his room or Cap’s, touching, kissing, f*****g, and on the odd occasion, just falling asleep next to each other.
Miss Forster said nothing. Doc, on the other hand,
