Chapter 41
In Brody’s bedroom, with the door locked behind them, Gavin strips down to a thin undershirt and changes into a pair of boxers he left there earlier. He has a whole little section in Brody’s top dresser drawer—a few T-shirts, a pair of jeans, underwear, socks, a bottle of the aftershave he prefers, and a toothbrush carefully set on top of it all. A couple nicer shirts hang in the closet, the only spots of color in Brody’s otherwise black wardrobe. The items aren’t only for when he spends the night; once he spilled coffee on his shirt at the office and didn’t want to teach his next class with the cooling stain spreading slowly across the center of his chest, so he ducked down the street to Brody’s to change. “If you ever move away from the school, I’m going to be in trouble,” Ga
