Sweat dried on the back of Leandro’s neck, a welcome mantle from a hard day’s labor. His shoulders ached from the constant back and forth of his sanding, but a swim would work wonders to relieve the tension. Though a massage would be better, without Caleb around, he lacked the extra set of hands necessary to do the job. He would take what he could get, and perhaps, when Caleb returned, he might be able to coax his lover into something more. If his visit with Lemuel didn’t demand immediate action.
He left everything behind to make the short trek to the shore. They had chosen this particular spot for its proximity to the ocean. Caleb mostly tolerated Leandro’s fascination with it, but they both enjoyed the comforts it afforded. Many an hour had been spent in its waves, then baking on the sa
