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Click here"Hey..." Concern drips from the word and from his eyes, which flicker between mine. "You don't have to be scared of me, Eve. You can trust me. Come here." He pulls me into his embrace again, and I feel myself relaxing automatically. He won't demand anything from me. I don't have to do anything I'm not ready to do.
"We haven't finished our tea," he says.
"It's cold by now," I respond, and immediately regret it. He's giving me a way out, an excuse to leave his bed, even if temporarily. To collect myself, so I won't do anything I'll regret.
"Would you like some hot cocoa instead?"
I pull back to look at him. Is he serious?
He raises an eyebrows questioningly. Apparently he is. A giggle escapes me as I nod in agreement. Leave it to the British to have a steaming remedy for every ailment.
He sits up, then, and begins rummaging around, looking under the blanket, which had fallen onto the floor. Finally, with a triumphant grin, he hands me my panties and his shirt.
After getting somewhat dressed, we pad into his kitchen again, where he steers me into my bar stool while he starts making the cocoa. I like watching him moving around so naturally, in just his boxers, pulling the cocoa and sugar from the cupboards, stirring the heating milk.
"Which color?" he asks, bringing me from my little reverie. He's holding up two cups.
"Hmm... White, please."
And soon we are curled up on the sofa. My eyes fall to his TV, and then to his DVD collection, and soon, I admit, we're watching Harry Potter. I'm warm and unbelievably happy, sandwiched between Gabriel and Megs. My eyes begin to droop as poor Ginny disappears into the Chamber of Secrets.
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I awaken to a strange feeling, a lurching that disorients me. I try to move my legs, my arms.
Oh. I'm being carried... up the stairs. By Gabriel. I'm being carried up Gabriel's stairs. To Gabriel's room.
"Gaaabriel," I mumble sleepily into his neck.
"Shh," he murmurs, and gently deposits me on his bed. It is so dark. How hadn't he tripped on his way up?
I sigh, nestling into the blanket and pillows. I'm nearly asleep when I feel the mattress shift as Gabriel joins me, curling against my back and dragging me closer against his chest. I feel him press a kiss against my shoulder, and then all is still.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 11 years agobrownlarry@gmail.com
I guess you were not happy with the lack of feed back on your story. It has been sitting in my "waiting to be finished/added to directory" for two years. You had me hooked - waiting to what happened to your characters. If I don't hear from (writing or e-mail) you, will delete the story on my next review of my "pending directory".
Anonymousover 13 years agoand i look forward to hurrying on to the next chapter! love the style and pacing and the gentle humor...and i really like the characters...
i like Gabriel's style...i feel like it reflects how i would act around Eve...now if i only had his looks!! :o)
very good and very entertaining!!
david xxx
Anonymousover 13 years agoAwesome first chapter and can't wait to see what happens next!
Anonymousover 13 years agoI like where the story seems to be heading. I can't wait to read the rest!
You have a good balance here. Keep it up.
chellebover 13 years agoYes, please submit the rest of the story. Like someone else said....Where's my Gabriel?? I want one too!
