Page 73 of Playboy

After dinner, Playboy and Gabby cleaned up the kitchen together, the comfortable silence between them occasionally broken by playful banter. He marveled at how natural it felt to be here with her, doing something so mundane yet so significant.

As they finished the last of the dishes, Gabby let out a small yawn. “I’m really tired,” she admitted, rubbing her eyes.

Playboy smiled gently. “Why don’t you go get a shower and get ready for bed? You’ve had a long day.”

Gabby hesitated, looking a bit guilty. “But you’re not tired.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. Go ahead and shower. When you’re done, I’ll take one, and then we can watch a movie together.”

After a moment, she nodded. “If you insist.”

“I do,” he said firmly, giving her a reassuring smile.

Gabby made her way to the bathroom, and as the sound of running water filled the condo, Playboy took a moment to reflect.He was incredibly lucky to have Gabby in his life. She was strong, resilient, and had a heart of gold. He would do anything to make sure she was happy and safe.

When Gabby finished her shower, he grabbed his go-bag and headed to the bathroom in the hall. He took a quick shower, the warm water helping to relax his muscles and clear his mind. Stepping out, he dried off and slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Gabby heading into the bedroom, using a crutch as she hopped on one foot.

He followed her, and when he walked into the room, he was stunned to see her in her pajamas—a pair of long cotton pants and a light blue tank top.

She had already made popcorn and poured drinks. The bed in her room was turned down, a cozy invitation.

“You’ve been busy,” he said, smiling at her.

Gabby grinned. “Just thought I’d get things ready. I hope you don’t mind watching the movie in here.”

“Not at all,” he replied, taking the popcorn and drinks from her. “Let’s get comfortable.”

They settled on the bed, propping up pillows to lean against. Gabby snuggled into the blankets, and Playboy started the movie. As they watched, he found himself glancing at her more than the screen, marveling at how serene she looked despite everything she had been through.

Gabby shifted, and he saw her reach for something on the floor. When she sat back up, she had a pint of double chocolate ice cream.

He grinned. “Someone has a sweet tooth.”

Grinning back, she opened the container and scooped a spoonful of the cold and creamy treat. Playboy watched as she brought the spoon to her mouth. She closed her eyes and then moaned as she licked every drop of ice cream off the spoon.

Playboy swallowed hard. Holy fuck! He didn’t know that watching her eat could be so arousing.

He actually found himself amused by the situation.

“You know you shouldn’t be eating that. Your doctor wants you to eat healthy foods,” he reminded her, but knew she wouldn’t listen. Chocolate outweighs any other food in Gabby’s diet.

“Pfft…As long as cocoa beans grow on trees, I’ll keep considering chocolate as a fruit. Plus, chocolate doesn’t ask any questions. It simply understands,” she told him, grinning as she stuck another spoonful into her mouth.

“Want some?” she asked with her mouth full, and Playboy shook his head and laughed.

“You should be eating foods rich in vitamins to help you.”

“Maybe I just need some vitamin ‘U,”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “I think my meds are kicking in.”

“You think?” Playboy asked jokingly.

“I’m sleepy.”

Playboy burst out laughing as they continued to watch the movie, and Gabby indulged in her ice cream.

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