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At the sound of Gabe’s voice, everything inside me seemed to instantly calm, and that knot in my stomach finally unraveled. He was there, he was talking to me, and suddenly my world righted itself. This was insane.
“You know, you’re being very bossy right now for someone trying to get back in my good graces.” Unable to resist, I lowered my mouth by his ear. “I’m being bossy because I know how much you like it, and I’m beginning to realize I’ll do whatever it takes to get back in your good graces.”
Marcus in his suit, minus his jacket, with his sleeves rolled up those strong arms. What was that I was saying about standing strong and holding on to my convictions? Yeah, that ship had sailed.
“Can you please stop stroking that?” Marcus’s fingers immediately stilled. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” “Oh, you’re not.” I slid a little further down the bed and reached under the sheets to massage myself. “It’s just you’re stroking the shaft of my bow, and now every time I pick it up, I’m going to have a difficult time not imagining your hands on it.”
“You…you were thinking about me?” “Every single second I was away. And though you didn’t ask, I have to tell you, if I’ve learned anything in the past two days, it’s that you, Gabriel Romero, are most certainly a priority for me.”
what do you want?” I reached for his hand and pulled him to me. “You.” “As someone to share your bed with, or—” “Someone to share me with.”
Marcus was everything I’d ever wanted, and when he tensed in my arms and came all over me in a blatant show of possession, I vowed to myself that I’d do everything in my power to make sure he felt the same.
“Gabriel, mi hermoso niño. Cómo estás, cariño?” “Estoy muy bien, mamá. y tú, Cómo estás?” “Bien bien. Tu padre y yo estamos muy felices de escuchar tus noticias. Estamos muy orgullosos de ti.”
Mom looked at me and then gestured with her thumb. “El me gusta mucho para tí.”
“Tu eres el indicado para él.” Not understanding I looked to Gabe, who frowned at his mom. “A qué te refieres, mamá?” She squeezed my hand as she turned to her son. “Él es el bajo de tu corazón agudo.”
“Eres una romántica mama.” “Tengo la razón, yo sé que la tengo. Él es el indicado.”
Él es el bajo de tu corazón agudo. I was going to ask about that conversation when I got him alone.
“And I’m your weakness?” “You’re the one thing I can’t seem to resist.”
“Él es el bajo de tu corazón agudo means: he is the bass of your sharp heart, or treble heart. She was referring to—” “Your necklace.” Marcus trailed his fingers down the chain to the pendant. “She thinks I’m your other half?”
This was the moment where all of the feelings rushed in. Where that initial attraction changed from lust to something more, and every touch, every kiss, took a little piece of your heart.
I narrowed my eyes, and his arrogant smirk bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain young man I knew. No wonder Gabe liked working for this guy—they were like two smart-ass peas in a pod.
“Who knew the broadcasting industry was so cutthroat?” “It can be extremely cutthroat. Especially when someone’s in demand.” “He says with complete modesty.” “It’s the truth. Don’t act like you aren’t as aware of your worth as I am mine.” “Oh, I’m not. I think it’s hot.”
Isn’t that slightly impulsive?” “I’m twenty-two—impulsive is my second name. It’s also been the foundation of our entire relationship, and so far that’s worked out pretty good, hasn’t it?” “You have a point.” “Of course I do. I’m wise, remember? You told me that.” “You’re also smart, gorgeous, and too damn sexy for your own good.”
“Flashing that smile at her is just cruel.” Gabe nipped at my lower lip, and I hummed in the back of my throat. “And why’s that?” “Because the emotion behind it is mine.” I reached for his chin and angled his face so I could kiss along his jaw line. “In fact, all of you is mine. Don’t forget it.”
“Jesus, no one wears a suit—or tux—like you do.” “Then why are you sitting all the way over there?” “Because I’m pretty sure you want to keep wearing it, and I have a conflicting opinion on that.”
But what I haven’t done is fall in love, because I hadn’t met you.”
That was when Gabe brought his hand to his lips and kissed his fingertips, placed them over his heart where his treble clef tattoo was hidden, and aimed his eyes up at our box as though he could see me. Then a brilliant smile crossed his lips and the lights faded.
