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After they buy an impressive amount of drinks and junk food, Gavin follows them outside to gas up Clarissa’s jeep while I pretend to be engrossed in a tabloid. When he returns, he plants his feet behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling the sensitive patch of skin behind my ear. “So, where were we?”
“Would you really rather hike than go to the beach?” I’ve only been to the ocean a few times, and there’s something unsettling about it. Like it’s just a vast, yawning mouth waiting to swallow me whole.
He lifts his head, settling his chin on my shoulder. “I don’t know. I like both, I guess. So long as it’s not with them.”
I let out a surprised laugh. “I think most guys would be pretty happy to get in that car.”
If I’m being honest, I would too. Not because I like Clarissa or any of the other girls who walked in here—I don’t even know them. But I envy their easy banter, their shared history, their cohesive group. I’ve never had that.
Gavin moves his hands to my hips and gently turns me to face him. “I’m not most guys… And why would I be interested in anyone but you?”