Laura woke up with a start. Her eyes fluttered open to find the bedroom door half open. A wave of fear washed over her. Had Gabriel done something to her while she slept? She didn’t feel any discomfort between her legs, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. Taking a deep breath, she sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and paranoia.
The smell of something delicious wafted into the room, pulling her from her thoughts. She dragged her feet out of the bed, rubbing her tired eyes gently. As she approached the kitchen, the sizzling sound of oil met her ears, and she saw Gabriel flipping a pancake.
"Good morning," he greeted with a warm smile, glancing over his shoulder.
"Good morning," Laura replied, her voice hesitant. She lingered in the doorway, unsure of how to bring up the top
