Julia's POV
Gavin muttered something under his breath, reaching for a towel to clean himself up while I remained sprawled across the bed, trying to catch my breath after what we'd just shared. His chest moved up and down rapidly, matching my own racing heartbeat. Before I could gather my thoughts, he leaned down and captured my lips again, the kiss deep and possessive, like he couldn't bear to let me go.
"I love you," he whispered against my mouth, his voice rough with emotion. "And don't you dare think about pushing me away again. The harder you try to run, the more determined I'll be to chase you."
