Gabriel

38. Soft Curves and Hard Curves (Part I)

BLUE (feat. Alex Hope) – Troye Sivan

Hi all!

     I've decided to make this book MATURE (18+) because I feel like warnings before chapters with adult content or traumatic scenes sort of spoils the chapter and I want the reader to be able to be surprised as the story unfolds without prior knowledge. I'm sorry if this is of any inconvenience, but I really just want the story to be enjoyable and unpredictable. Spoilers are no fun!

xoxo,

       Caroline

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     MAEVE

     Flowers and candles litter the room, some on and around the bed lighting up and painting the scene red. A nervous smile makes it was to my face. This beautiful set up, although probably a bit more innocent than where my thoughts are headed, put only one idea in my mind:

     Sex.

     He isn't pressuring me... I know this. Gabriel has been very adamant about taking everything at my pace. But I feel like sex would seal the deal. Giving him that last piece of myself would make loosing him ten times more unbearable. And it's bound to happen at sometime.

But those unbearable thoughts move to the back of my mind as I notice the thin cardstock paper on the bed.

     "I thought you forgot about that", I say with a light giggle as I tilt my head in reference to the "striptease" coupon.

     "Nope", he replies with a cheeky smile and a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. I burst out laughing at his random and rare goofiness popping up, but I think he's trying to make the situation more comfortable.

     "Gabe, this all looks amazing", I say in awe at the beautiful set up.

     "Thanks, it didn't take much but it's Valentine's Day and I wanted to make you feel special", he says stepping closer and intertwining his fingers with my own. I blush and turn my head away, but he pulls me back into a gentle kiss.

     "You are special Mae, and as the only amazing woman in my life, you shall be treated as such", he declares proudly.

     "What about your mom?" I tease.

     "She doesn't count", he says with a playful glare. Releasing the hold on my hands, he steps away and retrieves the piece of paper from the bed wiggling it in his hand.

     "Well... I'm waiting."

     I sigh and bit my lip nervoulsy.

     "Gabe, I don't think I can–", I start but he interjects.

     "If this is just about your sexy, gorgeous curves", he says, his eyes making their way down the length of my figure with his expressions, "then I don't want to hear another word about it. But if you really don't want to give your perfect, loving, sexy amazing, mate a Valentine's gift then I guess...", he says dramatically.

     "Okay! Okay! I want to. I-its just... don't j-judge okay?" I say in defeat. His face crumples as my heartbeat quickens.

     "Come on Mae, you already know how I feel about you– about you body", he says, deflated. Guilt settles deep in my stomach and I nod silently. I sigh and lift my head with confidence.

     "Okay, you're right. Just let me change into something a bit more... scandalous", I say with a wink. He smiles and shakes his head, sitting back down on our bed on top of the roses and taking off his suit jacket and draping it over the bed post before kicking off his shoes and socks. He unknots his tie, laying it over his suit jacket and places his cuff links on the bedside table.