It's Complicated

The next day, all Alex could think of was what happened yesterday. It was either humiliation or pride in trying to keep the remaining dignity she had. Whatever it was, it left her with no desire to see Gabe or speak to him, so that about confined her in her room for the most part of the morning.

But now, she had gone to the kitchen to make an early lunch because Gabe had called her to request especially that she made him something as he was expecting a guest, whoever that was.

She stared helplessly into those beautiful brown eyes, mesmerized by how amazing he looked without even trying. He had met her in the kitchen to tell her what to make, and he had come with only a pair of sweatpants on, with his brief peeking at the top, with nothing to cover his tight, muscled up chest.

Gabe was older and hotter and she was always so glad just to look at him. He had a scruff on his face, more like a something o'clock stubble. His hair fell into his face and he pushed it back with his hand. I