Jolie opened the door and asked curiously, "When did you leave?"

Gavin replied, "I live upstairs. I just went back to take a shower."

He had also changed into a simple set of loungewear-a white T-shirt-that made him look several years younger. Jolie's gaze lingered on him briefly before she quickly looked away and shut the door.

She headed straight to the bedroom, but Gavin watched her and asked, "Why aren't you going to the master bedroom?"

Without turning back, Jolie replied, "I don't want to end up having to change the sheets later. It's exhausting."

She was well aware of his tendencies. Once things started, they wouldn't stop until everything was a complete mess.

She cleverly opted for the guest room, figuring she could clean up after a good night's sleep.

However, Gavin said, "But I want to be in the master bedroom."

Jolie immediately frowned and turned back to glare at him. "Gavin, do you always have to be so demanding? This is my house!" Gavin looked at her calmly. "If you're not okay with it, we can go to my place."

After a pause, he added, "It's not far. Just upstairs."

speechless. She

go to

the door, her face

smile, though the expression vanished

the elevator, Jolie began to regret

this akin to walking right into a

no time to overthink it. His place was just upstairs,

first, opened the door, and turned to look at

slightly. Avoiding his gaze,

didn't bother to take in her surroundings, her only thought being to start quickly and

closing behind her

Gavin scooped

startled cry, her hands reflexively

His arms

Despite their many close

lightly pressed pale pink lips, and the kissable shape of

the desire in his

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