Taryn
Gavin didn’t say a word when I pulled him from the tent—just let me lead him through the quiet Eclipse Moon settlement, his hand tight in mine.
But I could feel the questions burning off of him like heat. His silence was louder than shouting.
He’d seen us.
Me and Caz. Sitting too close. Laughing over beer like we didn’t have a history of biting words and stolen kisses and unfinished sentences. And Gavin—my Gavin—had walked in just in time to see it.
I hated myself a little in that moment.
So when I got him into the house and shut the door, I didn’t wait. I turned and crashed into him, pressing my mouth to his like an apology I didn’t have the courage to speak.
He stiffened at first, like he wasn’t sure if he should let me. But then his hands found my hips, and he kissed me bac
