Gabby’s POV
I didn’t wait all morning and skip breakfast just to open my door and find this woman holding him like he already belonged to her.
I had it planned. If I stayed upstairs long enough, someone would send Aiden. He was the one they always sent when I went quiet.
I had rehearsed the look, the smile, the exact words that would pull last night back into the open without saying a single dirty thing out loud. I wanted him to remember the way his hands had felt, the way his mouth had left those marks on my neck. I wanted him restless and uncomfortable.
I woke up alone to the sheets on his side of the bed cold. Remembering what happened last night had my face burning up again.
I had passed out the second I lifted his brief and saw him…really saw him up close. And oh my world! That
