Gabriel
I’ve lived for close to six hundred years and I still don’t understand women.
One minute Katherine was begging me to f**k her, the next she was freaking out because my teasing went too far. Did I read too much into things and thought that she liked my teasing? Why the f**k does this bother me so much?
Growling, I lay back on the bed and sling an arm over my eyes, growing more exasperated by the second. She’s retreated into my walk-in closet and I can hear her sniffling, but I don’t dare walk in there to comfort her.
What would I say anyway? Vampires weren’t exactly made to comfort people, much less hunters, and I’m not about to f*****g start now. But as much as I’m a stubborn f**k who hates to give in, a part of me loathes hearing her crying and knowing that I’ve caused it.
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