GABRIELLE’S POV
With all the willpower I had left, I moved out of his arms and threw a pillow at him. I was still in my clothes from last night and my coat was on the floor.
He sat up, and I saw that he was shirtless, with his hair tousled. “Hey, come back to bed.”
God, how could his hair look so good when mine was nothing short of a bed’s nest?
It wasn’t fair.
A brow shot up at his audacity. “Are you drunk? Didn’t you see my note?”
He shrugged. “And?”
“And?” I snapped, forcing my eyes back to his. “I said it’s over between us. Wait, how did you even get in? I locked the f*****g door.”
His expression was bored. “Next time you want to hide in a hotel make sure I can’t afford it. Which is impossible, by the way.”
My jaw dropped. “You bought an entire hotel just to get me?”
“What
