Gabriel watched the girl sleep. Cuddling next to him on the bed, he couldn't help but smile. They had goofed around some, but he stopped before things went to far and they'd do something Norah could later regret. She hadn't told him she loved him. If anything she was falling for him as he had for her not long before.
He kissed her bare forehead lightly, recalling the pillow fight they had after exploring each other with curious fascination. The pillow fight, however it began, was the thing that got them tired out and decided to take a nap on the bed. Not that he minded. He nuzzled her head and neck stopping only when their cheeks connected.
He closed his eyes content falling asleep within seconds.
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Gabriel woke up, but Norah was not in the bed. Confusion pierced his pretty boy features.
"Norah?" He asked, voice scratchy from sleeping. He looked out the window even more confused when he notices it is pitch black outside. There was no reason for him to have slept that long. His one good eye scans for Norah, but no, she is not in the room. Stubbing through the dark in nothing but his birthday suit, he begins to look for the girl. He calls her name after entering every room, but to no avail. She is not anywhere in the house. His gut twists. Had he scared her away?
Gabriel doubted it, but it still didn't explain Norah's sudden disappearance. He grew worried. Where could that girl have gone. He disappeared upstairs, dressing quickly. He sighed softly to himself as he made his way out the door. He hoped she wasn't out on the street.
His hand reached to open the door. But stopped when it touched something paper like. Gabriel grabbed it, and finding a light he began to read, his fear only growing
'Dear Mr. Garrett,
Bet you don't remember me. But I remember you. I stole the girl, as you stole my boy away from me. By the time you read this, your wife will have regret ever becoming anything with you. PS Thanks for leaving the door unlocked. It made my job so much easier. "
Gabriel gasped at the letter, feeling ill.
He lowered his head, growling. He then fetched his jacket and rushed out the door praying he'd find them in time...
