Page 15 of Gabriel's Salvation

“Twinnie?” I call out as I watch her grab her backpack and head out the door. “I love you, and I promise you I will tell you all the deets when there is actually something to tell. I just don’t want to say too much yet because I don’t want to jinx it.”

She turns and I can see her frustration leave her face and it is replaced with warmth and love. “I love you too, Twinnie. I just want the best for you. You deserve it, especially after all that crap with Justin.”

When I know she is gone, I pull out my cell phone and save Gabe’s contact.

‘Thanks for returning my phone; maybe we could meet again some time.’ I type before I delete it, realizing it sounds too desperate.

‘I got my phone back, thanks for returning it. It was really nice of you.’ Nah, that's not right either.

He left it on the doorstep rather than giving it back to me in person. Maybe that was his way of telling me he doesn't want to speak to me anymore. But if that was the case, why give me his number at all?

Maybe he just thinks I'm some pathetic girl, desperate for attention. After all the few times we’ve seen each other, I've basically thrown myself at him.

Whatever it is, I refuse to beg for any man's attention or give any man that power over me again, so instead I simply type ‘thanks’ followed by a thumbs up.

My finger hovers over the button. I think back to today. He was sweet. And nice. Well, until he wasn’t. I keep replaying the events of the day in my head. Could he like me? Could I like him? What made me trust him today? Is he just a rebound? Do I want a rebound? Maybe this could be fun! Maybe I'll finally find a man who knows what they're doing in the bedroom.

I shake my head to clear out the mental spiral and I realize my hand has slipped into my panties. My mind plays out different scenarios: I imagine removing his shirt and kissing all down his toned body. My hand slides further into my panties as my fingers feel my wetness and glide inside my sacred place.

I think about him removing my thin beach dress. The feel of his strong calloused fingers grazing my skin the way they had when he gave me his jacket earlier. My fingers find a steady rhythm and I let out a small moan. Thankfully I can hear the slight sound of soft music playing upstairs letting me know I'm not going to be disturbed.

I imagine him tugging on the straps of my bikini top and releasing my breasts, which he quickly takes into his perfectly dirty mouth. Instantly my other hand begins playing with my nipple, my hips buck up as I begin to chase my release.

I can almost feel that it's his fingers bringing me to orgasm rather than my own, as I see the image of his cocky, bad boy grin appearing on his face. A face, that in this moment, I wish was beside me so that I could turn my fantasy into reality.

My legs start to shake as my orgasm washes over me.

Chapter Six

Gabe

Saturday morning rolls around. I've been waiting for Saturday since me and Nate made our plans back in January. Today Nate is flying into Washington, ready to move back home.

Heck, I've even hired two maids… topless ones, of course, to come and clean the place so it’s ready for him when he arrives later today. I get dressed, head to Walmart to stock the fridge, and cupboards full of food and am just finishing a well-deserved beer when my phone pings.

Nate

Just boarding the plane now. See you in a few hours.

Smiling and resisting the urge to get in my car now and drive to wait at the airport, I head to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

I try to stay home and distract myself with TV but the excitement is too much, so after just an hour I jump in the truck John lent me to pick Nate up from the airport. I throw on the stereo, open the windows, and drive.

I have the music blaring and I'm singing along with the tunes. It's not exactly the same as riding my bike, feeling the wind whipping all around me, but it's okay. It's nice to be able to sing along to the radio without getting bugs in my mouth, I guess.

I arrived at the airport shortly before 1p.m. I check the app on my phone, the one I use to track Nate's flight hoping it's going to be early, but nope, I still have an hour and fifteen minutes until he’s due to land.

Finding a cafe nearby, I order myself a coffee. I'd rather have a beer but this is the first time I've seen Nate in almost three years so I want be at my best.

One coffee turns into two, then three, then four. After drinking all those coffees, I'm virtually bouncing off the walls. Finally though, I receive a “just waiting for my bags” message. So I grab the makeshift sign I made from the chair beside me and head to the gate.

I see dozens of people come out of those gates, most of whom have to take a double look at my well thought out sign. Then, finally, I see him. At least I think it's him. Although he looks nothing like I remember. . He still has the same dark hair, but it no longer looks dirty and disheveled.

The last time I saw him he still looked like an awkward teenager, far too skinny and weak for his own good, yet now he’s filled out. He's obviously been hitting the gym. I watch him scan the room, until his bright blue eyes lock with mine. Yup, it's definitely Nate; I'd recognize his face anywhere.

“Gaaaabbbe!!” Nate shouts before abandoning his bags in the middle of the walkway and running full speed into me. It takes all my strength to stop myself from falling over.

“I’ve missed you sooo much bro,” Nate squeals. That’s right, the motherfucker squeals like a ten year old girl.

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