Did he just call me...Babe?
"Uh... come in."
Just that one word had Lilah all flustered. She turned slightly to the side, cheeks tinged pink, and let Gabriel through the door.
The room was lit with a warm lamp—not too bright, but it had a cozy, calm kind of glow.
"Your hair's still wet. Sit on the couch, I'll dry it for you."
After closing the door, Lilah went straight for the hairdryer.
Gabriel, quiet and obedient, made his way to the couch and sat down.
He looked effortlessly good—tall, lean frame, lounging in plain grey pajamas.
Lilah rarely got to see him like this. She felt a little awkward, holding the dryer, stepping in front of him to get started. She gently lifted a bit of his hair and began drying it.
He sat, she stood. From that angle, his eyes natur
