Chapter 4Calvin woke up parched.
The light still burned in the hallway, but Matthew had disengaged from him at some point in his sleep, rolling over to face the opposite wall. The broad shoulder rising like a bronzed statue made Calvin itch to reach out and touch the deceptively smooth skin. He almost did. Only his needy thirst kept him from doing so.
Grabbing his pants from the floor, he held them tight until he stepped out of the bedroom. He moved as quietly as he could, but the house was old, the floorboards against him. Every once in a while one would creak, and he hesitated often as he dressed and went off in search of a bathroom.
He found it, two doors down. Aging taupe tile lined the walls, while a darker brown toilet beckoned to him to take a leak. He did out of habit more than
