CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The sand seeps between my toes as Gavin leads me down to a picnic blanket a little ways down the beach.

There’s an over-sized basket sitting beside it, along with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket and a single red rose lying on the sand.

I gasp, my eyes darting to his as he pulls me down to the blanket and sets me in his lap.

"When did you plan all this?"

His chuckle sends delicious tingles up my back.

"I have my ways, baby."

He lifts my chin with his finger and his eyes blaze with love. It takes my breath away.

"You’re too good to me, Gavin," I whisper, resting my head across his shoulder.

He looks so gorgeous with his hair mussed after his shower, and the way his blue tee, low slung jeans, and Columbia Motocross sweatshirt hug his body. His smile is teasing as he gazes down at me.

"You deserve the world, baby. And I’m going to do everything I can to give it to you."

"Gavin…"

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my mouth to his, moaning when he kisses me back passionately.

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