Twenty-Five: Word of Warning

Gabriel didn't seem to want to let me go after our conversation, and I didn't either. Instead, we walked hand in hand to the business center where the offices were. Gabriel's was the largest at the end of the hall, with a giant mahogany desk and bookshelves lining the room. He had several security measures in place that he had to work through before he could get into the building and then the room, but I understood the need for security.

When he sat down in his oversized leather chair, he swiftly pulled me back into his lap before turning on his computer.

I sat cuddled against his chest for hours until my stomach started to grumble, and even then ignored the calls for food. Everything about him, his smell, touch, looks, the sound of his voice… I wanted to memorize it all.

A knock on the door had me shoving my head further into his neck in protest of our time together being interrupted. The door cracked open, and Betsy peeked her head in with a Cheshire grin