Once Logan left I went back upstairs to put on some music and run a bath. I close my eyes and enjoy some Taylor Swifts while relaxing with bubbles all around me. Once the water turned cold and my fingers resembles fingers of an 80 year old I hopped out. I wrap a towel around me and walk over to the mirror. It seems like every time I look at my reflection some one new is staring back at me. I am starting to look more and more like my old self don't get me wrong I still have dark circles under my eyes but thankfully the nightmares are gone. Hopefully I can catch up on some sleep and recover. My eyes are starting to get there shine again thanks to Gabe. I've always wonder where I got my eye colors from it sure wasn't from my dad. Maybe I got them from my mom who knows I've never seen a photo of her. I wonder if the detective found anything on her with the little information I gave him.
As I brush my teeth I hear some movement in my room which is weird because every one knows not to come into my room and beside I swear I locked my door. I turn off the water and slowly walk towards my room. I have butterflies in my stomach as my palms start to sweat. I feel like I'm in a horror movie. I'm that girl that every one yells not to go into the room where the killer is in. I take in a deep breath and open the door. I look around the room and everything is exactly how I left it maybe I am just paranoid. I walk over to the stereo to turn it off the and let go of the breath I was holding in.
You know that feeling you get when some one is staring at you? Well that's how I feel right now. I clench my hand in a fist and take in a big breath with out even thinking about it to much I spin around with my fist in the air. Some one grabs my arm and spins me around so my back is facing their front. Before I can even yell he covers my mouth with his ruff hand. With my free hand I hold my towel as tight as I can. I should of wore my fucking robe.
"Still in the towel I see" Gabe whisper into my ear with his hoarse voice. My body instantly relax into his when I realize it's him but then I feel anger building up inside of me. He scared the shit out of me plus I'm still mad about earlier. "Mmm coco" he says as he runs his his nose up and down my neck smelling me. My body betrays me and I turn my head to the side to give him better access. He drops his hands from my mouth and wraps it below my breast. "Gabe" my voice comes out needy and I hate it. "Muffin" he gives me small kisses from my shoulder to my earlobe. His lips feel so wonderful on my skin that I can die and go to heaven right now. Who can think like this? My nipples are hard and the roughness of the towel rubbing against them isn't helping my case. "Drop the towel" he commands in a husky deep voice. With out even thinking about it I instantly drop my hand bring the towel with me. The fresh air hits my damp skin causing goosebumps to break every where. He cups my left breast with his ruff hand "So is this how you open the door earlier?". I want to be pissed off at him for even thinking that I would open the door like this but my mind is some where else right now. "Maybe" I answer breathless. That's the best I can come up his fingers playing with my nipple is distracting me.