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I look at him, saying, “That sweatshirt looks really cozy.”
He smirks before pulling it off. He has a white T-shirt underneath, but the move momentarily exposes a slice of his stomach, making my mouth water.
“Literally taking the clothes off my back,” he protests, still surrendering the sweatshirt.
I study him. The silky hair, the toned biceps, sexy forearms, and those let’s-get-naughty eyes… mmm…
“Don’t look at me like that, Blake,” he whispers. “Or I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of this room.”
“Then you’d better go,” I say, my voice husky.
A vein on his neck pulses, but he nods. “Goodnight.”
Once he’s safely out of the room, I bury my face in his sweatshirt. His amber musk immediately floods my nostrils.
Oh, gosh, I’d better go fetch those chains.
37
GABRIEL
After a night spent devising ways to help Blake forgive me, I decide that being spontaneous is my best option. I hate giving up control, but if I try to micro-manage every aspect of my relationship with Blake, I risk losing her. And last night was already a too-close call. Fate has gifted me another full day with her, and I won’t waste it scheming or trying to pull tricks out of the hat to make her like me. Either she does or she doesn’t.
She does, I think.
I get up early, and since her door is still closed, I take dibs on the shower.
Once I’m done, I towel my hair and move into the living room still wearing a white bathrobe. Outside, the sky is a stormy-gray and a dull rain has been falling ever since I got up.
Looks like we’ll have to get real cozy within these four walls today. How can I help make it more pleasant for her?
A nice thing to do would probably be to get breakfast started. Pancakes never intimidated anyone. Blake doesn’t strike me as a sleep-in kind of gal, so I’d better get on it right away.
I get to work, making the batter and buttering the pan. Three half-decent pancakes later, Blake finally emerges from her room.
From across the open space living room, she takes one look at me and shakes her head. “No. Just no.” She goes back into her room and slams the door.
I take the pan off the stove to make sure nothing will burn and go knock on her door. “Are you coming out?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You’re cooking.”
“And what’s wrong with me cooking?”
“Men behind the stove are sexy.”
“Well, I’m not cooking anymore; breakfast is ready. And I can even promise I made a very poor job of it.”
The door opens, and she glares at me, then her gaze lowers to my chest and the door gets slammed back in my face.
“What’s wrong now?”
“Go get dressed, you’re basically naked in that robe.”
I stare down at myself and judge her assessment rather unfair. “I’m covered down to my knees.”
