Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

If anyone were to ask me when I started loving Gavin Forster, I’d tell them I was six years old and he’d come barreling out of his house, tripping over himself with a huge grin on his face and a joy in his eyes I’d never seen on anyone before—a joy that was all for me. If anyone were to ask me when I fell in love with him, I’d tell them I was thirteen years old and one day, when we were just lying in his backyard watching fat, lazy clouds roll across the blue, blue sky, I realized my regular old love had shifted into something more powerful than I’d ever felt before, something that made my chest ache any time I looked at him. I never looked away if I could help it. I grew addicted to that feeling. If Gavin himself were to ask me, I’d tell him I’d always loved him, even before we ever met.