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But as Molly said her goodbyes, I leaned into Gavin and it felt…nice. He was a warm, solid presence beside me, supporting me, showing the world we were together. And that’s when I realized—I wanted that. Me, who didn’t have time for serious relationships. Who scoffed at the idea of settling down with one guy. Who’d never had a boyfriend that lasted longer than a month. Yet in a few short weeks, I’d gone from lusting after Gavin’s body and wanting him for one thing only to actually liking him—a lot. As a friend and as a person, but also as…something more. Maybe even enough to consider something long-term with him. A future, even. And that scared me. Because I had a feeling when he and I finally got together? It would be good. Really good. Mind-blowing. It wouldn’t just be a quick f**k. It
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