Gavin's POV
"Aren't you going to let us inside?"
My mother's sharp voice cut through the chaos in my head. I'd been standing there like an idiot, nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, droplets of water rolling down my torso while I stared at the girl I'd spent years trying to forget.
Julia.
My supposed little sister.
I forced myself to swallow hard, pushed the tension from my muscles, and moved away from the doorframe even though my entire body felt like it was trembling from within. "Of course. Come on in."
I kept my gaze anywhere but on her face. I didn't dare.
The moment she brushed past me, her fragrance invaded my senses completely. Soft and intoxicating, like vanilla mixed with fresh strawberries. Like pure temptation. My grip on the door handle became so tight I was surprised it didn't break, anything to stop myself from doing something completely insane like grabbing her and pressing my face against her throat.
