Fifty-Two: Lick Me

Waking up back in Gabriel's room was surreal. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness throughout the night. My mind was still battling with the drugs that had been pumped into the building, and my body struggled to find a comfortable position. In addition to the body aches, I seemed to have been lucky enough to have a hangover.

A dim light was cast on the room from the window, steadily getting brighter. My head had its own heartbeat as it throbbed.

"Turn it off," I mumbled as I rolled to place my back toward the window and my face into a warm chest. I felt Gabriel move but kept his hands to himself. I snuggled closer, rubbing my cheek against his soft skin, seeking comfort.

His arm gently draped over me in a way that made me feel like he was touching me out of obligation and not want. I pulled my head back, my chest and legs still pressed against him, to meet his gaze. The hazel eyes had red surrounding them due to exhaustion, and his shoulders were stiff.

He looked uncomfo