Willow's POV:
Sleep didn't come easy to me as thoughts of Gabriel kept running through my mind. The thought of his strong arms as they wrapped around me and his husky voice as he whispered in my ear. I liked it whenever he called me princess like I was someone special.
When I remembered the feel of his lips against mine as we kissed, I couldn't help but bury my face into my pillow and kick the bed. I couldn't believe I was so bold as to grind into him, much less sour on his lap. Though at that moment, he was all I wanted. Gabriel made me feel alive and loved, something I only got from my family before then.
Yet it was a different kind of feeling than what I got from my father. And different from when I thought Samuel was being nice to me. It was strange, yet I wanted to feel that again
