Page 121 of Bottle Shock
His eyes track the movement, his eyes growing darker, hungrier.
“Come here,” I murmur, but he doesn’t move.
He just watches me, jaw flexing, and for a moment I think he’s going to pounce.
Instead, he takes a slow breath and climbs onto the mattress, kneeling in front of me. Our bodies aren’t touching, but the heat radiating off him is enough to make me shiver.
“You know,” he says, voice low “You look so sexy on my bed.” He comes closer, but still not close enough to touch, until I feel the tip of his nose draw a line down the column of my neck, his breath dusting against the delicate skin. “I like you here.” It’s a whisper, one, I think with more meaning behind it than just this.
My heart does something stupid and soft and irreversible.
I place my hand on his cheek, thumb tracing the stubble along his jaw. “I like being here too,” I say quietly.
“What did you think about our trial run?”
It takes me a moment to understand what he’s asking.
Somewhere along the way, I forgot we were still testing the waters.
Everything has felt so easy—so seamless—that it makes me wonder how we managed to go this long orbiting each other without ever colliding.
Until now.
“I think,” I say with a breath. “That I don’t want to stop.”
His eyes go soft at the corners, his smile disarming.
“I don’t want to stop either.”
The week flies by.
Too fast for my liking. I needed more time before reality set back in.
It’s honestly a little scary how easy it was to fall into a rhythm with Gavin.
Mornings where he makes my coffee just how I like it, then sits with me on the couch while I doom scroll—my legs draped across his lap, his hands gently massaging my ankles like it’s second nature.
Afternoons of him texting me to make sure I ate, asking how my blood sugar was doing. By Wednesday, he got tired of asking and instead wanted to know if he could use the app too.It happened to be time to change my CGM anyway, so we did it together. I walked him through it, reassured him it doesn’t hurt. I’m still not sure he believed me.
It’s the first time anyone outside of my parents has helped me monitor my blood sugar.
And I didn’t realize how intimate that would feel until I was standing there letting him see that part of me.
Evenings were him cooking dinner while I sat at the island, talking about everything and nothing. He’s a surprisingly good cook—and even though he hasn’t admitted it, I know he’s been researching meals for type 1 diabetics, because everything is suspiciously low-glycemic and balanced.
And then the nights.
After we ran out of our second box of condoms, we talked about it, and decided to rely on my pill since we both have clear bills of health.
And the first time Gavin took me raw all the way and came inside me, he turned absolutely feral.
We’re basically insatiable at this point.
Every night. Multiple times a night.
It’s ridiculous in the best way.
So yes—I’m happy Lily is coming home. Especially because I know how much Gavin misses her.
