Chapter 41
Gabriel is already walking back from the wardrobe with a new pair of nightwear on him when I turn around. I really must have taken too long. Before moving out towards the door, he motions for me to hurry. I locked myself in the bathroom, flushed from the events of just a few moments ago. I jerked awake and quickly changed into a dry pair of pajamas before stepping out, looking happy at how nice it felt. My smile fades quickly as I see Gabriel waiting there with his arms folded and a glare on his lips. In his dark t-shirt with cotton pyjama pants, he looks intimidating yet dangerously sexy. I'm crossing my fingers that I'm not drooling.
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"What?" Before turning to him, I ask, tossing my damp clothes into the hamper just by the door. He shakes his head and sighs before taking my hand and directing me out of his room. I saw a maid waiting there with new bed sheets in hand. I opened my mouth to complain but quickly closed it. I ducked my head and went with Gabriel, my hair providing a veil to hide my face as I blushed a bright red. We eventually arrive in the kitchen, where he comes to a halt, and I look up at him, perplexed. "What are we doing here?" He pushes me onto a stool just at the kitchen island, guiding me there by the small area of my back.
As he walks away, he starts to gather ingredients from the refrigerator and cabinets, turns on the stove, and places a saucepan on top of it. I stared at him, puzzled, wondering why he was preparing food at this time when the time for dinner was supposed to be at eight o'clock. Finally, when he sees me sitting there, as perplexed as I was as he dragged me from his room, he looks at me and shakes his head. "You didn't eat anything for dinner." My eyes bulge in surprise, not only because I haven't eaten but also because he is so thoughtful.
He remembered my refusal to show up when I didn't, and that in itself warms my heart and makes my stomach flutter with butterflies. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look up to discover he is already staring. I blush and turn away, observing from the side of my eye just as he lowers the heat and approaches my seat. He leans in close and gently pushes his lips against my cheek, causing me to close my eyes and savor the moment.
His husky, deep voice, which always makes me shiver with pleasure, pierces the thick air like a knife, sending warm breath flying into my ear as he says something I know is full of assurances and foundational threats of consequences if I choose to disobey. "You are not going to abandon me." Never, ever. "
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I woke up very early on a Saturday morning but am unable to fall back asleep. It's most likely due to the fact that I slept in an unexpected room, one which I had demanded if I was planning to remain at Gabriel's place. When I made my request last night, he argued for a long time before grumbling a dissatisfied "fine." Valeria texted me around ten o'clock to meet with her in town, so I end up deciding to go out for a while. Before putting on a jacket, I changed to a t-shirt, denim jeans, and combat boots. I left my hair opened for the day, tuck my phone right into my back pocket, and walk out the door with only an apple along with a granola bar. I can not have my breakfast because I took longer than expected in the shower and will be even way too late than I am now. I go downtown to meet Valeria, and we go to the skate park with Paloma. I clap for him as he pulls off a trick that causes him to start noticing us and finally came over to where we're standing. We converse for a while until he compels me to participate. I take the skating board from him and step up onto it, securing my helmet before cruising down the ramp and back up the other side. Valeria closes in on me and soon finds herself beside me, grinning gleefully. It's a great thing Chris taught me this because I would have collapsed on the floor if I hadn't. I eventually obtain another skateboard, and just the three of us spend the entire morning there at skate park.
They invited me to join them to the pack house as we're driving back because "Helena, our pack cook really makes great breakfast!" Now, just after breakfast, I'm feebly rapping in time to Drew's voice beats in the pack house cooking area, surrounded by some pack members. He's one of several pack warriors, and we hit it off right away. I spent the next half-hour playing fruit salad with the rest of the pack. It's a game in which the player sits in a circle on a chair. In our case, we're standing in the backyard on the grass.
Each person receives the name of one of three fruits as they go around the circle, e.g., apple, pear, banana, apple, pear, banana, up until everybody has a fruit name to remember. It begins with somebody standing in the circle's center, then calling out any name of one fruit after another. Everyone, along with whoever called the fruit (for example, all the apples), has to get up and immediately runs to a vacant chair. Those who aren't 'apples' are asked to take a seat. Whoever is left standing starts to turn inside the middle, then calling out another name of another group of fruit.
But, as one does when one has prepared too many cupcakes, I imposed a new rule: everyone who does not sit in a chair will have a cupcake smashed in their face by a person. Well I'm the first to have had that experience. I make my way to the middle, beaming as I lick the icing from the side of my tongue. "Fruit salad!" I exclaim as I race to a close seat and smash a cupcake in Paloma's face.
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