Gabriel POV
What the...
I could barely process the question. Isabella is coughing. I jumped up and helped her, tapping her back and giving her a napkin.
"Sweetness, I'm sorry," I say to her. Luckily, we're seated in a secluded area so no one can see us.
She just nods and wipes her face. "Oh my God, Gabriel! What is wrong with you?" She complained once she composed herself.
I sit back. "That's my words, Sweetness! Why did you ask something like that, like do you want to discuss the weather?" I complained.
"I leaned and whispered," she reminds me.
"Not good enough," I say. ""And what the hell did you ask me about this thing?"”
"Because... um..." Now her voice is smaller and her face blushes. "You know we... um... did that without, um... protection. So I just uh..." I raised my ha
