Chapter Thirty-One
Nora
Gabriel cast me a bemused smile. “It’s a little sore, but that’s it. I promise you can stop fussing over it.”
I rested my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes. “Are you sure it’s not bothering you? You were scratching at it last night when you were asleep.”
I rolled my eyes. “It itches because it’s getting better,” he countered.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irritated look on his face. “Probably true,” I said as I crossed the kitchen to him and leaned down.
I meant my kiss to be brief, but Gabriel slid his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me close and angling my head to the side when he took command. By the time he pulled back, I was breathless, and my pulse was thundering in my ears.
“Now, what time is my appointment with Quinn today?” he asked
