CLEO’S POV
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As I walk out of the bathroom, Gizelle isn’t in her room and the door is wide open. I sigh, rolling my eyes as I fold my clothes and put it onto her bed.
I stand in just her bikini, waiting for her return so that she can give me her approval.
I know I don’t need it, but having her telling me I look fine is a great start since she always has an opinion anyway.
A knock on the door has me startled as I whip around and there Gavin stands with his chocolate ruffled hair and ocean eyes that trail my body like he’s inspecting me, his relaxed face contorting when his eyes narrow on my thigh.
He steps into the room, his arms that were crossed over his chest now falling to his sides, his large hands fisting, “What is that?” He asks and as smart as I am, I glance down, staring at
