Chapter fifty-two
AN APOLOGY
Jesse sat opposite Gabriella inside the Spotswood restaurant for Sunday lunch, with the permeating smells of cinnamon, spices, and coffee beans. Dribs and drabs of customers walked inside the place, which featured a spacious and cosy ambience with round tables and steel-back chairs. Vases of artificial flowers rested in the middle of each table, and the crowd was buzzing with noise, muffled voices, and laughter.
He rested back against the chair and dug into a slice of fish. Gabriella’s lips wrapped around a chicken thigh, the juices dripping down her chin. He was curious to know what it would be like to lick the liquid over her lips and to penetrate his tongue inside her mouth again. He’d had a taste of her full, luscious lips and he craved for more. Was he
