Page 51 of Michael's Awakening
Chapter Twenty
Michael
“Babe, you look fabulous, knock it off.” Gabriel rolled his eyes at me as I checked myself in the car mirror.
I adjusted my tie and grumbled. “Are you sure the tie isn’t too much?”
Sighing dramatically, Gabriel got out of the car and walked around to my door. “Come on. Out. Don’t make me tell you twice.” He had a hand on his cocked hip and beckoned to me with his other hand. “They will love you.”
Begrudgingly, I opened my door and stepped out. Straightening my shirt, I took a deep breath and looked down at my beautiful little firecracker.
He had one finely plucked eyebrow arched and a smug smile curving his beautiful mouth. His makeup was more natural that day, with just a thin line of eyeliner on his lids, mascara, and a light layer of pink gloss on his lips. No matter what he wore, I always thought he looked stunning– both with a smooth, full face of makeup or with stubble on his jaw and completely makeup free.
I loved every side of him.
Gabriel made a green-bean casserole and a blueberry cheesecake for the Thanksgiving dinner, so I opened the back door of my car to get the containers. Handing him one dish, I took the other, and we walked up to the front door of his father’s house.
I raised my hand to knock on the door, but before I did, the door flew open and Gabriel’s brother Zack stood there with a shit-eating grin on his dimpled face. “Well, well. Look who finally showed up.”
Gabriel stepped forward and gave his brother a light kiss on the cheek. “Happy Thanksgiving, fuck face.”
Zack barked out a laugh and took the casserole dish from Gabriel’s hands. “Happy Thanksgiving, to you, too, prissy ass. Here, let me take this, wouldn’t want you to break a nail or something.”
“As if.” Gabriel rolled his eyes and then grabbed my hand, leading me inside.
The house had a very relaxing and cozy atmosphere. Logs in the fireplace crackled as they burned, and the smell of freshly cooked food drifted to my nose. We walked through the living room, which had fashionable Victorian chairs on both sides of a matching red couch, and a tall grandfather clock ticking in the corner. Once we were in the kitchen, Gabriel took the dish I was holding and placed it on the counter.
“Since Gabe is gonna be an ass and not introduce us, I’m Zack.” He stuck out his hand to me and I shook it with a chuckle.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Michael.” I smiled at Zack and then glanced at Gabriel.
He had his nose up in the air and scoffed. “I was waiting for Dad to get in here so I could introduce him to both of you at once. Duh,” Gabriel said with adorable feistiness.
“Is that Gabriel I hear causin’ a ruckus in here?” An older man asked as he came around the corner. He was a little taller than Gabriel, but shorter than Zack, and had black hair with streaks of gray. His blue eyes crinkled when he saw Gabriel and he wrapped him in a big hug.
“Dad,” Gabriel spoke after they greeted each other. “This is my boyfriend Michael.” Gabe took my hand and squeezed it, knowing how nervous I was. Warmth spread through me at his touch, relaxing me.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Greyson. Gabriel has told me wonderful things about you.” I stuck my arm out to shake his hand.
“Please, call me David.” David shook my hand and smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet the mysterious boyfriend I’ve been hearing so much about.”
I turned my head to look at Gabriel, and he blushed.
“Can we eat now? I’m starving,” Zack asked and walked over to the pressure cooker to check the turkey.
“Zack, get your fat ass away from that bird,” Gabriel teased and then hid behind me with a squeal when Zack started running for him.
“Hiding behind your boyfriend, huh? No worries, I’ll get you later, Miss Priss.” Zack narrowed his eyes before winking at me, his hazel eyes were amused.
It was remarkable that they were brothers; they were the exact opposites of each other. Aside from them both being exceptionally attractive men, they had nothing else in common. Gabriel had such a delicate frame, with a face that looked to be sculpted by the gods—both masculine and feminine—while Zack was only an inch shorter than me, with big muscles, and a very masculine face.
Where Gabriel had an androgynous appearance, Zack was nothing but masculinity.
I grabbed Gabriel, bringing him against my side. Lowering my head, I kissed his forehead and then turned back to Gabriel’s family. Zack and David were both watching me with curious expressions. David stared at me and Gabriel with awe and Zack looked slightly intimidating.
Self-consciously, I gave them a smile and a curt nod of my head.What the fuck should I say?“The food smells great. Would you like me to help with anything?” I asked.
“Oh, nonsense,” David answered with a wave of his hand. “You’re a guest in this house. You boys go ahead and have a seat at the table and Zack and I will bring the food.”
