GIANNA
“Now that that’s done.” Gabriel flicked off the water and pulled me out of the shower behind him. He sounded so strong and self-assured while my legs were like jelly and my insides were still a jumble of quivering nerves, and we’re not even gonna talk about the pleasure-pain between my thighs, but okay.
He helped me out of the shower and, without a word, moved to the towel warmer before choosing a towel for me. As I came down from my sexual high, I tried to read his face to see what kind of mood he was in. I admit to not being sure of anything at this point. He was acting kinda strange, truth be known. He hadn’t spoken except for those very leading questions he’d asked me. And what does he mean I owed him a child?
