I couldn’t help the way I scowled in thought as I exited Gabriel’s room. I inserted my pockets into my black slacks. My black boots softly stepped onto the wood floor, my muscled torso showing through the open curtain of my black blazer, with the accompaniment of a pink bralette underneath. My hair’s natural curls cascaded down, unbrushed and messy- but effective. I sighed to myself as I scratched a certain part of my skull, wondering what to do about Monica.
“Woah.” Gabriel breathed from besides the window, and I looked over with a raised brow. His navy shirt was tight against his tan and muscled torso, his black cargo pants perfectly fashionable, and his Nikes remarkably clean. “You look really… good.”
“Huh.” I remarked, swallowing and looking down at myself to hide the blush that spr
