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We made love three more times that night, each time bonding us closer; and when we finally drifted off, I slept like a rock with Cia in my arms.
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Cia
The room was stuffy when I woke up. No doubt it was a warm day, because the sun was already making the room unbearable hot.
“Gabriel,” I whispered and patted his arm, trying to get out of his tight grip.
He pulled me closer in his sleep and it made me laugh. “Hey… wake up. I have to use the bathroom.”
He was cute in the morning with his puffy eyes and all his stretching and yawning, which gave me enough time to hurry out of the bed to open a window and welcome the breeze into the room. “Come back to bed,” Gabriel murmured with his eyes hooded.
“I will,” I said and moved around the room to find my clothes.
“Don’t get dressed… I’m not done with you,” he muttered into his pillow.
I shook my head with a smile and headed to use the bathroom.
When I got out, Gabriel was sitting up and looking out the window.
“Hey,” he said when he saw me and then he laughed.
“Don’t laugh,” I said, knowing exactly why he was amused. “It’s your fault I’m walking like a freaking cowboy; I’m so sore all over.”
“I’m sorry,” he said but the grin on his face said otherwise. “But I can’t deny it makes me happy to see my woman thoroughly fucked and pleased.”
I blushed a little as I sat down on the bed. Last night had been incredible and worth the soreness a thousand times over, but now my head was close to exploding with the big question on my mind.
“What is it, sweetie?” he asked with a concerned expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Were you really serious, Gabriel?”
“About what?” he asked and started playing with my fingers.
“You want me to move in with you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Like for real?”
“Yes,” he confirmed.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
He lifted his head and looked at me with slightly raised eyebrows. “You will?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind living with a partly crazy person, then I’ll move in with you,” I said.
He chuckled and kissed me with satisfaction. “At least you’re not as crazy as your friend Violet,” he teased. “I can’t see her ever getting a man.”
“Really? I thought you looked quite taken with her the first time you met her,” I said with a poorly disguised pout.
“No, I’m not saying she isn’t attractive… there’s definitely something about Violet that is intriguing… until she opens her mouth and starts talking about crazy psychic stuff,” he argued.
“Again with the judging, Gabriel,” I objected, feeling a bit like a hypocrite, because although I’d never verbalized it, I had definitely thought the same things. “Violet is the kindest person I know. I truly hope there is someone out there who will love her uniqueness.”
He planted a kiss on my nose. “Like I love yours?” he said and I rewarded him with a sly smile.
