Chapter 7For the first time since Hector’s arrival, Cap hesitated to knock on his door. He was on time for their usual evening walk to the cliffs, but tonight was different than its predecessors, in ways he’d been trying to sort out all day.
It had started with the workroom being empty upon his arrival that morning. The workroom was never empty. Hector was such a part of that already, the room was cavernous in his absence, just walls and iron instead of the muscles of the house as Cap had come to think of it.
But then Hector had walked in from his shower, and Cap had stopped breathing at the sight of him.
He thought he’d grown accustomed to the way Hector’s sculpture bowed and bent when he worked. At the very least, he believed he’d managed to contain his growing fantasies of feeling al
