Julia's POV
Gavin's grip on my thigh never loosened during the entire drive back to his place. His fingers pressed into my skin with an intensity that made my pulse race. One hand controlled the steering wheel while the other claimed me, holding me like I might disappear if he let go. The silence between us crackled with electricity, thick and almost suffocating.
I caught glimpses of his profile in the dim light from passing streetlamps. His jaw was set in a hard line, his breathing uneven. When our eyes met briefly at a red light, that same fierce desire from earlier still blazed in his gaze, making my stomach flip.
