Even when Marcus was shirtless and wearing only an apron while cooking a steak, he managed to stir every nerve in Caleb's brain. Now, Marcus was so close, and his Adam's apple and collarbone were within easy reach.Caleb struggled to keep himself in check."Marcus," Caleb said, his voice hoarse and strained. "Get away from me."He was at the limit of his restraint, and even his trembling eyelashes were an effort to control. He was afraid that if Marcus came any closer, he might not be able to resist pushing him down and revealing his own unsettling desires."Okay."After what felt like an eternity, Marcus finally moved back to his previous position.Caleb's throat, which had felt constricted, finally relaxed, and he exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. He picked up the newspaper again, this time making an even more deliberate effort to maintain his distance from Marcus.He remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line and a clear expression of irritation on his face. It was ob
Hector knew he was in the wrong, and he refrained from comparing Marcus to Lucas. But suddenly, he seemed to remember something. Checking the time, he asked, "Aren't you supposed to read the news to Marcus today?""No," Caleb replied.Hector seemed like he wanted to ask more, but just then, Lucas stretched his neck from behind the computer screen and asked, "By the way, Officer Johnson, is it true that Marcus can't do it?""Do what?" Caleb asked, clearly confused."Everyone's saying that Marcus isn't up to it, so he can only be a bottom."Caleb was speechless. He had considered that Princess might spread the excuse Marcus had concocted, but he hadn't expected it to be twisted to the point where it became a rumor about Marcus' inability."Marcus is a bottom?" Hector's eyes widened in surprise when he heard the news."He's not," Caleb frowned. If anything, he was quite the opposite—there was no one more dominant than Marcus."Really?" Lucas blinked, then asked, "So, are you t
After leaving the infirmary, Caleb wandered the hallway for a while before finally deciding against going to see Victor.For a moment, he had the urge to ask Victor to reassign Marcus back to him. But then Caleb thought better of it. After all, he had just sent Marcus away yesterday. It would seem too spineless to ask for him to return so soon.Besides, Marcus would come to the library during yard time. He could confront him then. If Marcus was indeed helping him resolve the rumors, Caleb could use that to offset the teasing Marcus had subjected him to.With that in mind, Caleb returned to the library and waited for yard time to arrive. But by the time noon passed, Marcus had not shown up as usual.Time ticked away, and Caleb kept checking the clock, his impatience becoming increasingly evident. He'd never imagined Marcus would be so compliant—he told him not to come, and Marcus hadn't come at all.Before long, a whispering murmur erupted in the library. Caleb was already on edg
Marcus appeared at the stairwell in less than half a minute.Caleb greeted the correctional officer stationed on the second floor, asking him to keep an eye on the inmates in the library. Then, he strode up to Marcus. He frowned when he saw the blood on Marcus' lip and asked, "Are you alright?"Marcus stopped in front of Caleb. "I'm fine."Caleb didn't take Marcus' word for it. He grasped Marcus' chin and turned his face to the side, inspecting the bloodied corner of his mouth. His frown finally eased after he confirmed that Marcus wasn't seriously injured.Marcus was slightly taller than Caleb, and he seemed surprised, even amused, by Caleb's bold move to grip his chin."Is it good now, Officer Johnson?" Marcus asked."Come with me," Caleb said.He took Marcus by the wrist and led him to the infirmary. Lucas was unusually absent, and Hector was napping on a single bed.When Hector saw them enter, he lazily got up and looked at the cut at the corner of Marcus' lip. "Who did
"Why wouldn't I?" Marcus tilted his head, staring directly at Caleb. "Or did you actually hope I would still come, Officer Johnson?"Caleb shifted uncomfortably under Marcus' gaze and replied stiffly, "No, whether you come or not is up to you."Marcus chuckled softly and asked, "So, do you prefer obedient or rebellious people, Officer Johnson?"Before Caleb could answer, Hector interjected, "Hey, can you two save the flirting for the library?"To Hector, Marcus was still an inmate. Caleb felt Hector's delay in speaking was already showing a lot of restraint. He was about to clarify that he and Marcus were not flirting, but Marcus dropped his playful demeanor and adopted a serious tone."Actually, there's another reason I haven't retaliated."The sudden shift in Marcus' attitude made Caleb realize something—Marcus only spoke casually in his presence."What is it?" Caleb asked."Samuel didn't put much force into it," Marcus explained."He didn't?""He did it like this."Marcus
Before Hector could respond, Caleb grabbed Marcus by the elbow and dragged him to the library door.It was not two o'clock yet, so the inmates were still in the library. Caleb nodded to the correctional officer who was helping him keep watch. Then, he stood at the door, watching the inmates while asking Marcus a question he hadn't had a chance to ask earlier."How did you know Samuel didn't use much force?"The corner of Marcus' lips was bleeding, which didn't exactly suggest a lack of force."I could feel it," Marcus answered, then immediately followed up with another question, "Did you and Dr. Lewis ever date?"Marcus had already asked this question three times.Caleb knew he couldn't dodge it any longer, so he quickly replied, "Yes," before asking, "Was it really that obvious that he wasn't going at it for real?""Yes," Marcus said flatly. "When did you two date?""A few years ago. Why did Samuel hold back?""I don't know. How long did you date?"Caleb instinctively starte
It seemed that a new consensus had formed among the inmates—don't provoke Marcus.The inmate sitting in the front row by the window stood up and offered his seat to Marcus, who was unfazed. He took his usual comic book and settled into the seat as if it were a given that others would make way for him.What a typical demeanor for a big shot.Caleb sighed softly as he read his newspaper.Logically, inmates who were wrongfully imprisoned spent their days thinking about clearing their names. Meanwhile, Marcus, who was indeed wrongfully imprisoned, was busy establishing his dominance in prison, ignoring his actual purpose.If Caleb didn't know Marcus was innocent, he might have thought the man was quite suited to prison life.On the bright side, since Marcus was off-limits, then Caleb, as the man rumored to have slept with him, would likely be left alone as well.Just as Caleb was considering this, an inmate walked into the library and approached his desk."Officer Johnson, I'd like
"Come on, Marc-whatever-his-name-is isn't exactly big in that department, is he? Probably no bigger than this," Mikey said, extending his pinky. "If you have such a good time with that much, why not try with a real man?""Exactly, what's the point of messing around with an impotent guy like that-"Caleb instantly drew his baton from his belt and spun around, aiming a blow at the head of the inmate behind him. The man crashed into a nearby filing cabinet, which collided with the other metal cabinet, creating a loud clanging noise."Who the hell are you calling impotent?" Caleb spun around, pointing the baton at Mikey's nose. "Say that again if you dare."Caleb could have called for backup with his radio at this point, but chose not to. By his standards, these two hadn't been dealt with properly yet."There's no need for me to repeat what everyone already knows," Mikey said, glancing over Caleb's shoulder.Immediately, Caleb became alert, whipping around to see someone lunging at h