Romans & histoires Name Of A Short Story

I didn't even wait to hear the rest of the sentence because the moment Kade's gaze left mine, I took to my feet and ran. I ran so fast to the room Lorena and I had been sharing that I could barely feel my legs hitting the carpet. By the time I reached the room, I hurriedly got inside and locked the door hard behind me, my breathing so loud in the quiet space. I hadn't realized how forcefully I'd locked it until I heard the echo nearly wake Lorena—she turned on the bed, making sleepy humming noises after I'd shut the door.

His whole demeanor is dripping sex, and dude hasn’t even gotten started. “Whoa,” I say. He cocks his head, his hands starting to unbutton his vest. “Tell me your name, pretty.” “Um,” I say, watching as he peels the vest off and swivels his hips. “Don’t you want to tell me?” he coos. Okay, he’s good. “Gabriel.” “Gabriel,” he repeats, and the way he says it almost turns me on. I shake my head and focus.