Page 21 of Gabriel's Salvation

Well, you for a start.

So what would you do?

And there goes the next hour, back and forth flirty texting each other driving each other wild.

Cock Tease

Seriously, I've gotta get ready, before I'm too hot and horny to make it to the concert. Talk soon. I leave at seven and it'll take me three hours to get ready at least.

Three hours! Fuck, girls are hard work. I look at my watch and realize it's already four o'clock. Where the heck is Nate? He's been gone all day.

For fuck's sake! Grabbing my shoes I head out to look for him.

Nate

Imust have drifted off to sleep as the next thing I know I'm waking to the sound of Gabe bellowing my name.

“There you are,” he finally says as I stand up and make my way down the steps. “I've been looking for you everywhere. I thought you'd gotten lost or something. I should have guessed I'd find you here,” he says, a little colder than necessary.

“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep, what time is it?”

“It's almost five, we're going to be late,” he says. Although it's clear from his voice he’s not even remotely bothered about being late.

I head back to the house, quickly take a shower, and change my clothes and I'm ready just thirty minutes later.

“Come on then, Gabe, it's 5:45. Are you ready to go?” I ask, but I notice that the cooler is now empty.

“Give me the keys,” I demand.

“Why?”

“Because you've been drinking and I haven’t. Now give me the keys,” I demand, more forcefully this time.

“I've always been drinking, it's fine,” Gabe laughs. What the fuck? This is no laughing matter.

“Put it this way, either I drive or I don't come,” I snap.

“Fine, you big baby, here,” Gabe laughs, taking the keys and throwing them to me.

We get in the car and Gabe directs me all the way until we reach a pub called Saints. “Is this it?” I ask as I park.

“Yeah, they'll be waiting for us at the back.” Gabe makes his way to the door.

As he was saying that, some woman waves at us from one of the booths at the back.

“Hi! I’m Kelly,'' the blonder of the two girls says, leaning over and giving me an awkward hug. “And this is my friend Amy. She's visiting from New York for the week.” Amy attempts to lean forward, presumably to greet Gabe, but Kelly puts her arm on her shoulder and pulls her back. “I wouldn't,” she whispers.

We spend the next thirty minutes chatting, well, I say we, but it's mostly me and the girls. Gabe adds very little to the conversation. He spends most of his time looking down at his phone. After a while, he gets up and heads outside, not even having the decency to excuse himself.

“I'm so sorry ladies, I'll be right back. I've just got to head to the bathroom.”

I'm just washing my hands when Kelly appears near the bathroom door. I quickly glance around praying I've not walked into the wrong one, but the urinals soon confirm I'm in the right room.

“Oh, the ladies is next door, I think” I say as I attempt to walk past her.

“Oh, okay,” she says, taking a step back. Poor girl must be so embarrassed.

I glance over at the booth and notice Gabe is still nowhere to be seen so I make my way outside. I find him sitting on a wall smoking and looking amused. I walk up behind him and can't help but notice what is clearly sexting judging by the amount of eggplant and fire emojis I see.

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