Gwyn
Guilt still claws at the back of my mind, knowing that Gabriel hasn't gotten my voicemail yet, and then there is the fact that I didn't technically break it off with him, but right now, I can't find it in me to care. I want him, and he wants me, and that is all that matters to me right now. Gareth lifts my legs to wrap them around his waist, and then he is walking me towards the kitchen. Nothing in this house has changed and it should scare me that he seems to have no trouble navigating his way through the cluster, almost like he has been here so often that he can walk through the house blindly, which is basically what he is doing right now. He doesn't take his lips from mine, doesn't pull away to catch a breath until he places me down on the kitchen counter. I expect him to kiss me
