Page 71 of Lethal Infatuation

"What's happening in the bathroom?" I laughed softly, allowing him to pull me along with him.

"You'll see." He opened the door and switched the light on, gesturing for me to enter first so I stepped inside. I looked around, but didn't notice anything significantly different.

Until I looked toward the shower and my eyes widened. "You're joking." I almost squealed. "Nicolas, this is literally all of the skincare products I use."

He leaned against the wall with his hands in both pockets. A bright smile graced his face. "I told you, I wanted to make sure you feel at home when you're here. I want you to be comfortable."

"You didn't have to do this." I swallowed a lump in my throat. I wasn't used to this. Not by a long shot. The only man in my life who truly took care of me was my father.

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I would do anything for you." He pushed off the wall. "Would you like to take off your heels?"

I completely forgot about the uncomfortable shoes and suddenly felt the pain in my feet. I nodded. "Yes, please. I don't know why I always suffer for beauty."

Nicolas' movements were swift and I yelped softly. He picked me up bridal style and slowly walked towards his bedroom. The manner in which he carried me, so effortlessly, genuinely surprised me.

He placed me down on his bed, kneeling in front of me. I watched his every move, unable to focus on anything other than him. He clasped my ankle, loosening the strap of my heel before slowly removing the shoe.

I sighed in relief, watching him intently as he did the same with the other heel. Once done, he kissed my ankle, looking up at me with an intense expression.

I hooked my index finger underneath his silver chain and tugged on it. "Do you consider yourself a man of God, Nicolas?" He brushed his fingertips against my bare leg, causing goosebumps to form.

"The only time you'll ever see me perform acts of worship is when I'm down on my knees with my face buried between your legs."Jesus. "Or in this case, when I'm removing your heels."

"How are you always so swift with the things you say?" I rolled my eyes, shivering as he caressed my calf.

"I blame it on you. Ever since I met you, I've been doing peculiar things." I laughed, twisting the chain around my index finger. "Now, if I remember correctly, you hardly ate tonight."

"What's your obsession with feeding me?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled softly, sliding his fingertips up and down my calf. "I don't have an obsession with feeding you. I have an obsession with ensuring you're taken care of in all aspects."

I looked down at him, trembling slightly due to his soft caress on my bare skin. "You're right, though, I didn't eat much. I just nibbled on some finger foods."

He hummed in disapproval, shaking his head. "Get comfortable and then join me in the kitchen. I'll make you something to eat."

After I fed Gabriella, we now lingered in the kitchen area, indulging in a heartfelt conversation. "Have you ever been in love?" she asked.Yes. I think I'm in love with you.

"No I haven't." Her hands were placed on my shoulders, but she slowly slid them downward.

"I don't believe that." She frowned. "Not even once?"

"I can assure you I've never been in love." I laughed at her facial expression.

Gabriella was seated on my kitchen counter with her legs spread slightly as I stood between them. "Why's your heart beating so fast?" she asked. I looked down to her palm that was placed on my chest.

That was the same question I asked her before I devoured her for the first time. I found it humorous to watch the tables turn so drastically.

I've never lied to her, I've always been honest, so I had no choice but to tell her the truth. "You make me fucking nervous, that's why." This meant I also needed to tell her about the situation I currently found myself in.

She maintained eye contact with me, smiling so sweetly. "I make you nervous?"

"Yes," I said. "You make me feel all of these emotions that are completely foreign to me, emotions and feelings I've never experienced before. And I'm sure you know by now how much it scares me."

"Why does it scare you?" Gabriella moved her palm upward, wrapping her soft hand around my throat in a gentle grip. I exhaled softly, her touch extremely warm.

"It makes me feel vulnerable and I despise feeling that way. You and I view vulnerability in the exact same manner. A warped perception, if you will." This was the moment I laid it all out on the table. "There's so much I need to say to you."

"I'm listening, I'll always be listening."

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