Julia's POV
At exactly four in the afternoon, my phone lit up with Gavin's message.
Gavin: I'm downstairs waiting for you.
A smile tugged at my lips as I grabbed my lip gloss, applied one final coat, and pressed my lips together. I snatched my purse and headed for the door. The red floral dress I'd chosen hit just above my knees, paired with simple sandals. Nothing too fancy, but perfect for our casual afternoon together.
The second I stepped outside, my heart did a complete somersault. Gavin stood there leaning against his car, scrolling through his phone. His jeans and white t-shirt clung to every defined muscle like they were custom-made for his body. God, he looked absolutely incredible without even trying. When he glanced up and spotted me, his face lit up with that devastating smile that never failed to make my knees weak.
