Chapter Seventy Nine

LARA

I padded into the kitchen with bare feet, hair dripping a little onto Gavin’s ancient black tee—thing’s so huge on me it’s basically a dress. The smell of fresh coffee hit me right away. It was strong enough to practically slap me awake. Honestly, it was the only thing making the morning feel half-decent.

His back was to me. Shirtless. His muscles flexed with the smallest of movements. I stoo