Page 103 of Gabriel's Salvation

“Think I've heard of her; no fucking idea what she sings though,” he replies with a shrug.

“What?! Have you been living under a rock or something?” I say as I playfully hit him with my pillow. “She was the very first concert me and Harper went to. We begged our parents for weeks and weeks, to take us. Then we woke up at like 5 a.m. to go and spend a whole day waiting for a chance to see her.”

“What time did it start? 5 a.m. is a crazy time for a concert.” He clearly does not believe that I would do that.

“No silly, the concert was in the evening, seven or eight o'clock maybe, but we lined up all day to make sure we were near the front. We had floors!”

“What the fuck? You're telling me you stood outside in the cold for over twelve hours just to see some skinny blonde girl sing?” he says as he looks from me to the TV with a frown.

“Yes, it was amazing. We made friends in the line with other Swifties.”

“Swifties?” he interrupts.

“Yeah, Swifties! It's what Taylor Swift fans are called, silly.”

“More like crazies,” he chides. “What did you do for all that time waiting?”

“We spent the day with my mum, that was before we realized how sick she was of course, and just had a great time. Pretty sure I still have a t-shirt somewhere from it,” I say as I try to think of where it might be.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, because you're fucking crazy!” he laughs.

“Aww, you think I'm cute?” I tease as I place my hands under my chin and try my best to look angelic.

“Well you look pretty damn cute when my dick pounds into that smart mouth of yours,” he replies with a mischievous smirk.

“Seriously, is that all you think about?” I say as I playfully swat at his chest.

“Every damn second,” he purrs as his eyes drop to my lips and he bites on his own.

“I thought I was horny, but you are insatiable.” I say as I roll my eyes at him.

“Then maybe you should give me what I want,” he suggests as he gently caresses my leg and leans toward me.

“Nope,” I say as I shake my head slightly and tightly squeeze my thighs together to block his path. Gabe pouts like a child, so I lean forward and in my most seductive whisper, “I think you need to be punished first.”

I see Gabe's eyes widen and fill with arousal, “Oh yeah, and how exactly are YOU going to punish ME?” he asks, his voice laced with longing.

“Well I was thinking…” I say as I stare deeply into his eyes, making him think he’s about to get some sort of sexy prize.

“Taylor Swift marathon, and you don't get to touch me until you know at least one chorus of a song,” I say with a laugh.

Gabe’s whole face morphs from desire to confusion, then annoyance, before finally settling on a stubborn child pout.

“You are such a bitch,” Gabe says in a playful yet grumpy way.

“I prefer the term brat, actually,” I say as I poke out my tongue.

I turn up the TV, leaving Gabe to huff behind me and realize we're around halfway through the ‘Top 10 Taylor Swift songs’ so I make him watch them all. Every now and again he tries to talk to me or tries to distract me by kissing my neck or running his hand along my bare skin, and as much as I wanna give in, my stubbornness won’t let me. So instead, each time I simply ask, “Do you know the words yet?” and smirk as he grumbles, “No.”

I'm loving having the power over him for once, even if it's something as simple as this. It makes me feel oddly accomplished to know I'm in charge.

“I think I know this one,” Gabe finally says.

“Oh yeah? Sing it then,” I laugh.

“I’m not fucking singing,” Gabe snaps. “That was never part of the deal.”

“Fine, say the words then,” I agree.

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