Gavin’s POV
“I don’t fall in love,” I growled, making Taylor freeze, his smile faltering for only a moment. “Bad things happen when I fall in love.”
Taylor frowned; he was the only one in the world who knew my troubled past. I won’t disclose what happened to anyone, but over time, Taylor became my best friend, and I felt comfortable enough with him to share what had happened. He never asks me about it or makes me relive the trauma, which I had always been grateful for. This was the first time it’s been brought up since I told him about it.
“Neither of those deaths was your fault, Gavin,” Taylor said, his brows furrowing. “You didn’t get them killed.”
I swallowed, my Adam’s apple moving and I worked hard to avoid his eye contact. This was a level of vulnerability I wasn’t willing to
