This question, once uttered, filled me with regret.
Gavin simply looked at me calmly, shaking his head. "No."
I couldn't allow myself to indulge in such unrealistic fantasies. The relationship between us was merely a transaction, devoid of any other possibilities. I shook my head, scattering these whimsical thoughts.
Settling back into the beach chair, Gavin gently soothed my leg. His palms, strong and practiced, eased the discomfort. "Is your leg still cramping?"
I shook my head again, draping the soft towel over myself. "It's fine now. Leave it."
Gavin noticed my evasiveness. His gaze swept over my damp body beneath the towel, a smile playing on his lips.
Still not quite accustomed to such close proximity, I shifted slightly to the side, curiosity prompting me to ask, "Have Anthony
