The Godly Lover ( REPUBLISHED )

*ii*

Wafting through the air was the smell of breakfast, the heat of the morning sun heightened my senses and I was struck awake. I groaned knowing I would not be able to go back to sleep. Who opened the damn blinders, I thought to myself.

I shuffled uncontrollably in my bed until the events of the night before stalked my mind, my body ached at the touch. The way Gabriel manhandled me, the handprints on my bum and the soreness of it, plus the handprints on my waist making for a friendly reminder of the roughness of it all.

Remembering the savoury smell of breakfast, I hastily got up and covered my nudeness with Gabriel's band t-shirt from yesterday and made my way to the kitchen.

I was met with the tattooed gentleman himself. He was standing at my stove, hovering over what looked like a pan of sausages. As he put them on a plate, he finally looked up and we made eye contact. Gabriel had a cheeky grin plastered on his gorgeous face which gave me butterflies.

"Good morning, sweetheart" He greeted snaking his arms around my waist and giving me a small peck. The unfamiliar action caught me off guard as I grabbed on to his biceps.

"Morning...you made breakfast?" I muttered confusedly. Did he not know that this was a one night stand. I rarely dated, dare I say never. Sex was all I offered and even that was kept to a minimum, I had a secret to hide and vulnerability was something I greatly despised.

I strolled over to the countertop, Gabriel followed, his hand met my lower back and the butterflies came back.

"Hope you don't mind"

Scrambled eggs, sausages, hash browns, baked beans and toast?

"English breakfast" I muttered under my breath "How'd you know it was my favourite?" I looked up at his piercing eyes. How long had he been staring? I wondered.

"Just a hunch" he shrugged, I moved to the seat and took one of the two plates before hearing the sound of my coffee maker and not long after my kettle.

"Coffee or tea?" He asked walking towards my cupboards. I guess he had been looking around them because he knew where my mugs were.

"Coffee"

After getting two cups of coffee and placing one near me, we continued our breakfast mostly in silence, unlike the one from yesterday, this one was awkward.

"Is there something wrong, hun?" He questioned.

"Well, I don't know how you do it in Ireland, but here guys don't usually make breakfast for their one night stands" I stated, a bit coldly but I tend to be rude when uncomfortable.

"Thought it was a nice gesture"

"Well this," I said while making circles above the plates "is fucking awkward".

The grin was back and I felt myself getting flattered for some reason, usually, people frown and explain how unpleasant I'm being.

"What is it?" I folded my arms on my chest and watched how his eyes looked over me.

"You look beautiful in my t-shirt" he spoke before going back to eat the rest of the food on his plate. My cheeks started to heat up indicating the flushed nature of them. I could not believe I was blushing.

As he ate, I noticed the marks on his neck and faint scratches on his left shoulder, the blush increased. Knowing I was the one that left them, because of the pleasure that he brought me over and over again, was enough to have me wanting more.

"I'm going to take a shower" I got up from my seat and proceeded to leave for my bathroom.

"Want some company?" I stopped in my tracks smiling before turning around.