Chapter 31
My boyfriend.
The words still sound magical to his ears. Whenever he stops and thinks about it, his heart skips a beat. He has a boyfriend again. Someone to hold him, to love him, to laugh with him and talk to him. Someone whose whole face lights up to see him. Someone whose body responds to his touch.
Someone he trusts. Someone he suspects he loves.
Sometimes when he looks at Gavin, Brody’s caught off-guard by the man’s raw sensuality and innate beauty. It takes his breath away. In the months since they started seeing each other, his sketchbooks have overflowed with drawings of Gavin. In Brody’s bed, asleep, as the morning sun angles in through the window to light the shadows on his face. At his desk with a pair of glasses on as he grades papers, looking every inch the stud
