He half expected Francesco to excuse himself; instead he watched as Francesco rounded the island to sit with him on the couch. When he got adopted, it was the worst day of my life.”That night Wendell felt as though he and Francesco had grown closer. Gay sex Francesco’s once vibrant energy had dimmed. I guess I was terrified. He parked discreetly near Malibu’s Foster Parents’ house, heart pounding with a mixture of dread and anticipation. It then dawned on him—the foggy memories of last night coming back. Wendell remembered seeing his mouth curl before pursing and the way his brows lowered. I guess he felt bad, you’d think a cop would be desensitized to a little tears especially a guy like him. Wendell looked away, returning his attention to the black Glad trash bag. He reached out tentatively to take Wendell’s hands into his own.”I’m here, Wendell,” he said softly. “I’m sorry,” Wendell said hoarsely. I guess he felt bad, you’d think a cop would be desensitized to a little tears especially a guy like him.
