Page 51 of Gabriel's Album

“What have you done?” she asks me as she narrows her eyes at me.

“Nothing,” I say, winking back at her.

“Then why do you look like the cat that got the cream?” she asks and pokes her tongue out at me.

“Because I did get the cream,” I tell her as I jump onto the bed. I kiss her and hold her tightly in my arms for about a minute before asking, “The cream is you, right?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“I did something cool,” I tell her, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face.

“Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t know; you might get angry at me,” I say carefully because a tiny part of me is nervous about the song.

Ariana sits upright, then turns to face me. Her brow furrows, and she looks more concerned.

“What did you do?” she repeats in a more solemn tone.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise…” I trail off.

“I repeat the question, what did you do? Just tell me,” she says, sounding exasperated.

“I wrote a song for you.”

I wait anxiously for her response, concerned that she’ll be angry about me writing songs for the world to hear that are about our relationship.

“Really? Will you play it for me?”

Relief floods through me when she admits she wants to hear it, at least, which is a good sign. I do sing to her, sometimes, while I play my acoustic guitar. Part of my plan for tonight, though, involves her hearing this song for the first time when we perform it at the concert. I want her to see me singing it to all of our fans and know that I’m telling them that I love her as well.

“I’m going to sing it tonight; you’ll hear it then,” I grin at her.

“Awwww, you’re not even going to give me a sneak preview?” she asks.

“Nope, not a chance. I’m going to need you in the Pit, though.”

“Can’t I watch from the side of the stage?”

I know she kind of hates being in the Pit. Heather’s convinced her to go in there with her a few times, though. Ariana’s told me some of the things the fans say to them, and it makes me sad to know they’re being nasty to her. Heather wouldn’t give a shit, but I know it gets to Ariana.

So, I hate asking this of her, but it’s also the only way I can sing ittoher tonight. I’ve also asked Heather not to go into the Pit with her, so it’ll be her first time being in there on her own. I just want this thing to be special and just for us, even though Heather’s been helping me plan it.

“I really want to sing it to you, not some random people in the audience,” I say sincerely.

“Okay, I can do that.” She smiles at me and kisses me quickly. “You know the fans in the front row are going to think you’re singing it to them anyway.”

“Let them.”

I roll over so that I’m lying on top of her when I kiss her back. That quickly ends our conversation as we indulge in one of our favorite joint pastimes. It’s a lot better having sex with her in hotel rooms than when we’re on the tour bus where we have to keep quiet.

After we finish, we get up and shower. First, I shower, then Ariana showers, and she looks sexy as fuck lathered up in the hotel’s body wash, so I decide I should shower again with her. She squeals when I approach her from behind and place my hands on her breasts. She tenses for a few seconds before she melts against me, and my cock stiffens at once.

I tilt her face up to mine and kiss her while I reach down to stroke her clit until she comes. When she does, I turn her to face me, lift her up, and lower her onto my cock. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her back against the wall of the shower before I start to fuck her.

Because of our extended shower time, we’re running late to get ready for the concert. There’s a knock at the door while Ariana is putting her top on and I’m pulling on my jeans. Ariana glances over at me before walking to the door and opening it to find Heather and Harrison in the hallway.

“Hi, guys!” I greet them as I wander out of the bedroom wearing my jeans and with my t-shirt in my hands, ready to pull over my head.

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