Chapter 13
Cody trudged along behind Matt, the rain making him shiver. He didn’t know what to say, and maybe the best route right now was not to say anything. It was obvious Matt was hurting.
He hated that he was the cause of Matt’s pain. But he’d never had any idea Matt had feelings for him—not those kind, anyway. Sure, there was that drunken kiss, once, but that was the alcohol talking—or kissing. Wasn’t it?
To Cody’s way of thinking, there were rigid borders to relationships. You were someone’s son, someone’s brother, a mentor maybe, a good friend, a boyfriend. Once the die was cast for one of those roles, either by blood or circumstance, it was almost impossible to go back and change it.
So why did Matt feel as he did about Cody? Why hadn’t he somehow gotten the note about friends
