Gabriel's POV
The shower stopped. I stayed on the edge of the bed, my skin still buzzing with a sick, electric heat that I couldn’t scrub off. The door opened and Derek walked out, damp and smelling like he had just won the damn lottery.
He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The way he moved, nonchalant, stretching those wide sexy shoulders said enough.
He climbed into the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and looked at me. I was still sitting there, fully dressed in my wrinkled pants, staring at the blurry wall.
"Get in," he said.
"I am fine here," I whispered. My voice sounded thin, like paper.
Derek leaned back, his eyes tracking the line of my spine. "You know, Gabe... I was looking through that sketchbook of yours. Some of those drawings... man. If the world saw wh
