**OLÍVIA’S POV**

That morning, I woke early to catch Gabe before he left. Getting him to spend the night at home was a victory, since he rarely showed up. I knew it was because of the kiss in the pool—if you could even call it a kiss, lasting just seconds, enough to feel his warm tongue before he pulled away.

I barely slept, my mind racing with everything I wanted to do with Gabe after he touched me in the pool. I dreamed of crème brûlée on his lips, how good it would taste to savor ...