Gabriel’s POV
I should let her rest.
I should let myself rest.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I reached for her.
My fingers traced the bare skin of her hip, slow and deliberate, making her shiver. She didn’t say anything or pull away, but she didn’t turn to face me either.
I smirked against the back of her neck. “Ignoring me already, sweetheart?”
She let out a soft breath, her shoulders rising and falling, before I finally heard her shaky deep sigh.
She tried to muffle the sounds, but I already heard it. She was crying. I turned her over, brows furrowed, demanding, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
I didn’t like this. Not knowing what was going through her head, not knowing if I’d just ruined her. I wasn’t gentle. I knew that. And she was new to this and to me.
“Did I hurt you?” My grip tightened
