What did he mean by that?! Was there ever a moment before our Moondream that Gavin thought I was sexy…? It wasn’t like I tried to be…

“Does it?” he repeated.

“I like it,” I said on the edge of my breath.

Gavin’s huge body dwarfed me, his smirk dark beneath his hooded eyes. He hooked the tip of his index finger inside the zipped-up zipper of my hoodie and pulled me closer. “Did you like what I was doing yesterday morning?” he murmured.

My heart thundered as I felt his ...