Gabriel POV
Why is it hard for me to control my body in front of her? I thought I was one of the most controlled people in the world. Guess I was wrong. Like now, I can't help myself come closer. Stand right in front of her. This close, I can smell her apple scent.
"G... Gabriel..." she looks nervous and her blush is creeping from her neck again.
"Yeah?" I ask huskily. See, even my voice sounds inappropriate now.
"I need to talk to you" She takes a step back. Smart move. "Can we sit?" She asks me again. So I nod and gesture on the sofa. She sits on the three-seater sofa. She must assume I will sit on the one-seater sofa. But like I told you. My body moves as it likes. So I sat next to her. Our knees brush and I can hear her little gasp.
I study her. Her aquamarine eyes still mesme
