Page 99 of Angels & Whiskey
Every time Gabe kissed me,I wanted to do more. My heart was broken and even though I had my façade up, I didn’t want him to only be a rebound. After a thirty-minute conversation with Brandi where I briefly told her about what had happened with Rich, I looked around for Gabe and he wasn’t in the room.
Talking to Brandi put me at ease. Sure I’d been with Rich for four years, but why should I be sad? I had a man in the next room that since day one had shown interest in me, but … so did Rich.“Most guys aren’t like Rich,”Brandi reminded me. She was right. My heart would take time to heal, but if Gabe kept his word, then he’d help me put my heart back together again.
I faintly heard the water running in his room. Before I realized it, I was walking toward his bedroom. The night before when I waswithhim it had felt right, and even though I’d been withdrawn since we arrived home, I needed him to tell me everything was going to be okay.
I wasn’t sure why I waited until he was in the shower. Maybe part of me wanted to see his naked body in the light since I didn’t see it the night before. Or maybe my heart was telling me it was time to open up and let him comfort me. I knew he’d been trying to, but every time, I heard Rich’s words in my head.
“You think your tears are going to work? I don’t love you, princess.”
I knew I was already falling out of love with Rich, but to hear him that he’dneverloved me, was as if he took my heart from my chest and crushed it into a million pieces. For a month, Gabe had been like glue for me; making me laugh, smile, feel happy, feel wanted—cherished and I needed him now.
Walking into his bedroom, I closed the door behind me and stripped off the black yoga pants and purple tank top I’d been wearing for almost twenty-four hours. When we returned home from getting my clothes, I was too emotionally exhausted to even change into something clean. At some point, I fell asleep only to wake up and realize it wasn’t a dream. Everything happened and my entire marriage was a sham.
The door to the en-suite bathroom was open and the water was still running. The steam from the shower was seeping out into the bedroom, and when I rounded the corner to step inside, I could faintly see Gabe’s reflection through the foggy glass doors of the shower.
The mirror was foggy as well and before he saw me, I slipped over and wrote him a note on the glass.
Patiently Waiting,
You’re more of an angel to me than I am to you. Thank you for everything.
-Your Angel
When I opened the glass door to the shower, Gabe stood in all his glory. He was under the spray, the water running down his entire body. I tried not to stare, but really, how could I not? His entire body was perfect. Every bulge, every ripple, every smooth surface. My gaze drifted over his body as I watched the streams of water run down his broad chest, his rippled abs, his hips that lead tothatV, his hardening cock, his massive thighs, and to his feet before going down the drain between us.
I slid in, closing the door behind me.
“Angel …” he whispered hesitantly.
“I said you couldn’t use my bathroom. You never said I couldn’t use yours.” I smiled and bit my lower lip.
He chuckled. “I guess I didn’t.”
“Brandi says hi.”
“Does she now?” he asked, the water still cascading down his body as he stood underneath the head of the shower with his back turned toward the tiled wall.
“She also told me to get out of my head because what’s done is done and there’s no going back.”
“I’m not sure it’s that easy.”
We switched places in the shower and I tilted my head back to get my brown hair wet. “Maybe not. He’s not broken up about it, so why should I be?”
“Because you loved him. You can’t just shut that off.”
I tilted my head forward, staring at him. He looked back at me and I saw it in his emerald eyes. He’d loved before and like most first loves, they don’t work out. “You’ve been in love before?”
His eyes closed for a few beats before he responded. “Of course I have. I want to talk about you though. This isn’t about me.”
“Will you tell me about her sometime?”
“You want to know about my first love?”
I nodded. “I do. You know about mine. I’d like to know about yours.”
He thought for a moment. “Okay, but not tonight.” He reached for my hand and pulled me away from the spray of the water and wrapped his arms around me as I leaned on his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. “I want to talk about us. Not knowing is killing me, angel.”
“I want to take it slow—”
