Chapter 5

Actually, he seemed mostly to be struggling with keeping his eyes off Reg’s son—I’d remembered, he was called Gawain—who hung around the hall at every spare moment, the pair of them making lascivious eyes at each other. Despite wearing a pink wig, thick padding, and a huge false mole on the end of his nose, Marco was still a rather gorgeous young man. And Gawain was captivated: I’d already disturbed them twice behind the back drape, making out noisily and dangerously, considering the curtain pole was only fastened up with a lick, a promise, and a couple of cable ties.

“I’m so excited to be in a production that has a full equality spectrum,” Marco said more breathlessly.