Page 81 of Gabriel's Salvation

The defiant look on her little face as she pushes me away fills me with a mixture of emotions. Part of me is turned on by her bratty behavior and wants to fuck the attitude right out of her. Another part of me wants to laugh and enjoy the fact that she’s brave enough to have such an attitude toward me. It's rare to find a girl with some fire; one who doesn't cower down and do whatever I say. The last part of me wants to cringe and kick my own ass for allowing her to turn me into such a little bitch.

“I’m waiting,” her singsongy voice reaches me as I make my way over to make her the fucking coffee she asked for. “And bring some food! I’m wasting away over here.”

“Then get your ass over here and get yourself something then,” I shout back.

I hear her climb out of bed and make her way over. She comes up beside me and bumps me out of the way with her hips.

“Sorry, fat ass coming through” she smirks.

“Good thing I like this fat ass then isn't it,” I joke back as I give it a playful slap.

Riley surprises me by breaking out in song, “he likes big butts and he cannot lie…”

I can't help but laugh out loud as she continues singing and shaking her ass in the silliest, most unsexy, yet strangely attractive way ever.

Moments like this, I can't help but feel carefree. I don't know what a real relationship would be like. I never spend more than a night with girls, and even then, it's more like a couple of hours. But if I did ever have a relationship, I'm guessing this would be it.

I imagine these are the moments Nate talks about with Izzy. Like his dates sound boring as fuck, trips to animal farms, cinemas, bowling, and walks in the woods… snore fest. But the playful moments he describes, I wonder if this is what they feel like.

“What ya thinking?” Riley singsongs, as she tries to tickle me.

“Just about work,” I lie.

“So work has you grinning like the Cheshire Cat does it? Strange. I sure don't have that feeling when I think of work or school,” she smirks, and it's clear she's calling me out.

“Here, Pinocchio,” Riley grins, as she hands me a coffee. I take a sip and it tastes perfect.

“Did you add sugar?”

“Yep, three, why?” Riley replies with a raised eyebrow.

“How did you know I take three sugars?” I ask in surprise.

“Err, because this is like the third time we’ve had coffee together, duh.”

“And you remembered how I liked it?”

“Well, yeah, of course… I don't know anyone else who would have three sugars, it must be sickly sweet though. Why? Don't you know how I take mine?” Riley asks as she stares at me waiting for me to clearly read off her preference like the local fucking barista.

“No. Erm….wet?” I shrug.

“Really? Wet? You're shit!” Riley says, shaking her head. “I take milk and half a sugar.”

“Half a sugar? What's the point of that?”

“Duh, because I'm sweet enough already,” she grins as she places her hands in a little V under her chin and tries her best to look angelic.

“Parts of you sure are sweet to taste,” I smirk back, letting my eyes drop to exactly the parts I wish I was tasting as I lick my lips hungrily.

“You're such a perv,” Riley laughs as she covers that area with her hand. Even though it's already plenty covered with the stupid fluffy robe she's been wearing all morning.

“Here greedy, eat this instead,” she laughs as she shoves a piece of bacon into my mouth.

“I'd rather…”

“...eat you instead,” she finishes in a mocking, masculine tone.

We both prepare ourselves a plate of food then make our way over to the bed to enjoy it. I flick through the limited channels looking for something to watch.

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