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It’s a problem.

“Gabriel.”

“Shit, yeah. I’m here.” I smile at him.

“Okay, now I’m going to have you put some butter into the pan to heat up.”

Doing as he asks, Tobias stands to the side watching my every move. Normally I would get nervous and hated when Zion did this. But with him, it feels almost natural. It feels nice and… too comfortable.

“Okay, now I’m going to have you use this small measuring cup and pour a little into the pan. Do about three pancakes, leaving enough room in between to leave them alone to cook evenly.”

Taking a deep breath, I follow his instructions, not wanting to mess this up. My eyes squint in concentration. The warmth of Tobias behind me only makes me fuck up pouring the mix into the pan a few times.

I swear I hear him chuckle, but don’t turn around, scared he’ll run away like the last time. Adjusting my stance, I purposely bump into him a little, and when he doesn't move my heart speeds up a little more. I’m playing with fire here. I think he’s straight, but I hope he might be bisexual.

“Okay, it’s time to flip, Little Rabbit,” Tobias whispers a little too close to my ear. I shiver, my hand trembling as I flip each pancake, only messing up on all three. “It’s okay, they’ll still cook and taste good.”

I bet he tastes good.The things I would do to him. I wonder if he likes his ass to be played with. I have a great tongue, and I could do wonders with his body.

“Little Rabbit.” Tobias once again pulls me back. I’ve got to get my shit under control. I can’t just keep imagining the things I want him to do to my body or what I want to do to him.

“I think they’re done,” Tobias whispers, picking up the spatula and holding it out to me. Right, I’m supposed to be focusing on not burning these pancakes instead of Tobias railing into me.

“Right,” I mutter, picking up the spatula from his hand. Our fingers brush and I swear my cock grows even harder. I pray he doesn’t notice, and that when this is all over, he doesn’t have cameras in the bathroom. Because I’m going to need an ice-cold shower to calm this thing down.

“When can I have my phone?” I ask. Izel must have texted or called me at some point and if I don’t answer I’m sure she will use the stupid tracker in my arm.

“I’m not sure,” he mumbles. Letting me go, I flip the pancake.

“Oh,” I mutter, unsure of what else there is to say. Thankfully, after the first batch things calm down. Tobias gives me a little more space, and I don’t burn the food, nor are they undercooked. Tobias doesn’t talk much, letting me babble about everything I can think of. Mostly I speak about my art and how it was a struggle at first to get students. I don’t bring up my phone again, realizing he’s probably scared I’m going to run, but for some reason, I don’t want to. I want to stay here with him, this stranger that feels more than anyone I’ve ever met before.

He doesn’t run away when I finish making the food, and even sits down at the island with me. Though he barely makes a peep while we eat, I still count that as a win. And when he excuses himself after helping me clean up, I’m only slightly disappointed.

13

Tobias

Istand by the window, watching Gabriel as he walks closer and closer to the tree line. My jaw tightens, remembering clearly that I told him not to go outside until I showed him. But of course, there he is, clearly not listening to me. Clearly, he needs to be taught a lesson. Hmm, him bent over my lap, ass up while I spanked his pale ass. Groaning, I press a hand against my growing cock.

Suddenly Gabriel stops moving, his gaze snapping to the left. I follow where he’s looking, only I don’t see anything.

“What are you looking at, Little Rabbit?” I whisper, squinting my eyes, basically pressing my face against the glass window. Gabrielcontinues on moving, taking a few steps to the right, when all of a sudden, he stops, and movement catches my eye.

Shit.

Grabbing my gun from the desk, I run out of the office into the backyard.

“Gabriel!” I yell, trying to get his attention, only he doesn’t hear me. The fucker who’s creeping in my backyard does though and moves towards Gabriel. Fuck, why can’t he hear me?

I break out into a run, my dress shoes are definitely not made for this shit. “Goddamn it.” I might be fit, but running is not for the weak.

“Gabriel!” I yell a little louder. His head whips towards me, just as the guy is a few feet away from him. He doesn’t get a chance to move before he’s tackled to the ground, and I hear Gabriel’s scream.

I would try and take whoever it is out, but the fear of missing and hitting Gabriel stops me. Pushing my legs faster, I’m there in no time but it only feels like it takes forever. Grabbing the back of the mystery dude’s neck, I pull him off Gabriel.

Spinning around, I barely flinch when the knife he’s holding slices through my side. I’m filled with so much adrenaline that I’m hitting the guy over and over again, not caring he’s stabbed me twice.

“Who are you?” I growl, barely holding onto my anger.

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