Raquel
Gabriel spoils me with all sorts of buttery pastries from the continental breakfast bar downstairs near the hotel lobby. I sit on the edge of the bed and eat my fill, abnormally hungry thanks to our workout. Gabriel busies himself by pushing furniture out of the way, clearing a wide space in the living room area of our suite for us to use.
My eyes linger on his wide body as he works, shirtless with his glorious tattoos on full display. I’ve always known how handsome he is, but especially so today now that I can see my claw marks streaking down his back. An odd sense of pride rises in my chest. I did that and I’m not even sorry.
I’m not going to say anything cheesy like how I’m a woman now because that’s enough to make me cringe. What I will say is how grateful I am to Gabriel. I
